Gilded City

Everyday man in an
Everyday world
Ordinary job and an
Ordinary girl
They're sick and tired of us
Living out our lives
They don't want to kill the world, just
One man at a time
But it's okay
Because the TV says I'm righteous
When I let myself be the whore
Fighting in somebody else's war
It feels okay
When I strike people I don't know
There was blood pouring out his nose
But he was dressed up in the wrong clothes
Manufactured anger and a
Manufactured riot
No more silly games
No more peace and quiet
I'm not evil, I'm just
Living in the shadow of a lie
Waiting patiently for my
Permission to die
But it's okay
Because the TV says I'm righteous
When I let myself be the whore
Fighting in somebody else's war
We're standing in line
Like wide-eyed children in a revolution
Fighting for what is right
But losing our virtue
As we set fire to the night
But look around
The loudest voices that egg us on
Won't put boots on the ground
People are scared
And I saw you post it on your story
But it still feels like no one cares
I don't want to die today
And wake up tomorrow's news
It's chaos or the enemy
Why do I have to choose?
I'm not okay
But the TV says I'm righteous
When I let myself be the whore
Fighting in somebody else's war
It feels okay
When I strike people I don't know
There was blood pouring out his nose
But he was dressed up in the wrong clothes
It's not okay
Another body is going cold
But if the hatred is this much fun
I'm afraid that this war will never be done
Never be done
Never be done
Never be done
Never be done