Rat Race - Mindless Faith

I have that sick feeling

I have an empty heart again

And the world just stumbles along

I can’t resist, but I can’t give in

So far, so way off course

Hope for the best expect the worst

The big picture’s invalid now

Because it’s the little things that hurt

Now, wanting to believe you tried

Does it matter if we close our eyes

Sugar-coat, disguise the taste

More like rust than a golden age

Pointing fingers, twisting knives

Hellbent on that dollarsign

Still behind, can’t keep the pace

Just lose your mind in the rat race

Eyes fixed on merchandise

They’re getting in line for the sale

Those sheep that meat market

It makes no sense and I feel like hell

Just keep them pacified

Dangling carrots in my face

But I don’t want a consolation prize

For a game I didn’t even want to play