We Are Numbers

Fed up with myself
Staying inside
Why bother getting up
Cold hard words

Meaningless words
On just how much a life is worth
I submit to live a life feeling left over
I submit to live a life where I have nothing

Let’s blame the mailman
We are numbers
On your frame
The voices in the other end

Who would care
When I give up
As the gold keeps coming in

I submit to live a life feeling left over
I submit to live a life where I have nothing