Rat Race (Distention Mix) — текст песни (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

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