A New Form Of

Inspiration came from government.

Verse 1:
To the core, you’re all rotten.
Can you explain, your beliefs?
Cause I think we’ve all forgotten.
Words spill out of your mouth,
it’s a fountain of deceit.

Interlude:
And there’s too many choices, now.
Overloaded with options.
But that’s how they make it seem.

Verse 2:
It’s this, choking on our self confidence.
We can’t keep on.
And there’s no pride, in being prideful.
But it seems we won’t stop,
I don’t think, we know how.

Interlude:
And there’s too many choices, now.
Overloaded with options.
But that’s how they make it seem.

Chorus:
We’re not, number one.
Fighting like, children.
We’re not, number one.

Verse 3:
There’s too many faces.
And they’re all telling lies.
We’re running to the ground,
So hold tight.
Hold tight.

Interlude:
And there’s too many choices, now.
Overloaded with options.
But that’s how they make it seem.

Chorus:
We’re not, number one.
Fighting like, children.
We’re not, number one.
Not, number one.
Not, number one.