I look in the mirror, can't look in my eyes I'm so discontented, can't understand why There must be a reason for feeling this way Got so much to tell but so little to say There's too many people who fight to survive They work all their lives till the day that they die But who wants to hear it? The rich turn away So many to answer, so little to say The pigs and the poets draw closer each day They grab what they can then just stash it away They can't use their freedom, they're scared of control So many faces with so little soul So many faces So many faces So many faces