The way i used to see myself
when i looked at my reflection
used to make me mad at myself
for i could not find perfection

I was living in a world
drowning in its own hate
the common people we are plural
for we are all second rate

the eyes that govern us
and the hands that feed
i can never have trust
for such demons of greed

Who are we
and what do we do
as far as i can tell i am me
and you are you

We are all people 
you and i
being pushed off a steeple
By the same old lie

They say we need there help
I think they're a little late
if they want to aid this whelp
then give him something to appreciate