We Are Numbers

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