text: We wake up in a bed of silk
  Then stare up at the ceiling as high as the sky
  Like its our way to fly
  Were chasing a reason to exist
  But cant seem to escape the loneliness
  Running in circles around happiness
  With houses made of gold, defined by what we own
  We follow what were told, fit right into the mold
  Is this what we need to breathe?
  Or are we just feeding our disease?
  Weve lost sight of what we cant touch
  Weve lost it all if we cant remember how to love
  A full plate with an empty heart
  We feast on greed until we starve
  We wonder why we feel empty inside
  Why theres a hunger that we cant satisfy
  A lonely world with a bad design
  We waste our time on an endless climb
  With houses made of gold, defined by what we own
  We follow what were told, fit right into the mold
  Is this what we need to breathe?
  Or are we just feeding our disease?
  Prisoners of a hopeless war
  Fighting with a double edged sword
  We could be free
  If we stop feeding our disease
  We stand on top of the world, but still feel so alone
  We stand on top of the world
  With no one to hold, we stand at the top of the world alone
  With houses made of gold, defined by what we own
  We follow what were told, fit right into the mold
  Is this what we need to breathe?
  Or are we just feeding our disease?
  Prisoners of a hopeless war
  Fighting with a double edged sword
  We could be free
  If we stop feeding our disease