Falling Down - Nomads

Poison ourselves just to cope with the rat race

Break my back hoping to path goes somewhere

Mind declines ss the incline gets steeper

And still leads to nowhere

All day long

Slave away, we expire at a fast pace

All night long

Poison ourselves just to cope with the rat race

Trapped in the cycle of the myth of

Success

Numb my mind

Close to the day that i finally lash out