It′s amazing that you never called (Never called)

We can call this a phenomena (Phenomena)

Hours of you running through my thoughtsAll of this led to insomnia

Trickle down the money; I might trickle up your bridges

Substantiate the cause; I'm suspicious of your business

Establish hierarchy since none of that switches

Mask the motives; pretend to be conducive

It′s incontrovertible ideas are contagious

They weave through litigations with a patent malfeasance

They need you to be complacent; all of this is planned placement

Stay in your lane's another way to say stay basic

Making sure they break you is the reason they are prodigal

Obtain that this is up to your advantage they're fanatical

Single-minded-they′re not clever; you can pull the lever

There′s a backdoor to everything; nothing is forever

Nothing is anything, defeat the definition

With brightly colored dreams they diffuse the opposition

Let's diffuse the separation; we can see eye to eye

Refuse the ostentation; you are free to choose denial

It′s amazing that you never called

We can call this a phenomenon

Hours of you running through my thoughts

All of this led to insomnia

It's amazing that you never called (Never called)

We can call this a phenomena (Phenomena)

Hours of you running through my thoughts

All of this led to insomnia

Facebook is hypnosis-mind-control

It′s easy to be persuaded if we think we all agree

Hive-minded slaves is the goal of the elites

They want to strip you of your personality

Information's too accessible

The elite tries to cloud it up, or at least diverge your thoughts

And now we′re doing this to ourselves

We're just here to wish ourselves to hell

As we reach a great depression, what will make it better?

Elect a socialist so we can tax Kylie Jenner

We'd all be keeping up then

We′d be keeping up with something

We should keep up with the rates of poverty, modestly

As long as we can keep ourselves out of mediocrity

This is an anomaly

We can tell it how it is like it′s odyssey

(Oh Well) Excuse me, I've lost my conscious

Can you help me find it?

It′s so damn hard to see from behind closed eyelids

So fed up with this life that I'm living

But success is the only gift that keeps on giving

It′s that next dollar-the next paycheck

It's the fact that this life has got me impatient

And I try not to show I′m stressed

Just play it off like it's the usual

But the fact of the matter is we cannot avoid this truth no more

It's that next paycheck-that one last patron

It′s the fact that society has got me impatient

And you′re goddamn right, I'm stressed

And I′m biting at my cuticles

Maybe it's the fact that I didn′t want to end up in a fucking cubicle

You see, us humans, we weren't meant to be put in cages

But whether it′s the nine-to-five or the five-to-nine

The forty-hour workweek enslaves us

And It enrages me (Oh Well)

That this is what's become of the American dream

From birth we're taught that money is king

Your needs, your wants, desires can all be fulfilled by money

Without money, how would society function?

Without money, how would you survive?

Through media, we are culturally manipulated by the corporations who control this country

And as a result, the majority of the population is stuck living their entire lives

Struggling to earn just enough money to buy all the things that they never even needed in the first place

(Oh Well) The average working-class American will put in 40 hours a week, 50 weeks a year, for 45 years

That′s 90,000 hours or 4,000 days; that′s 10 entire years skimmed from the fabric that defines our mortal lives

You see, us, humans, weren't meant to be only wages

It enrages me that this has been what′s become of the American dream