Tekstovi: Smoke Or Fire. The Speakeasy. Monsters Among Us.

I'm searching for the words.
I'm looking for a way to renew my faith in Humanity.
Are people born bad?
Are people born good, or passive and control way too easily?
Something must have happened along the way to cause this selfishness and hate.
This green and need for things, everywhere I look it's take, take, take, take.

You can close your eyes and in this dream you've made.
I promise you one night you'll wake up screaming to the realization that all of this is fake.
I promise you for some this night will never end.

I'm trying to find a way to understand how people justify how much they take.
White collared crimes by well dress thieves everyday in the casinos on Wall Street.
Take from the penniless, they die of thirst while your cup overfills.
This greed and need to control, everywhere I look it's take, take, take, take.

You can close your eyes and in this dream you've made.
I promise you one night you'll wake up screaming to the realization that all of this is fake.
I promise you for some this night will never end.

There are monsters among us.
There are some you can't see.
They're disguised in their suits, nice shoes and ties,
and they take vengeance on ethics and honesty.
Can somebody tell who's left to trust in this world?
A golden pass for the upper class.
A place on the bus for the rest of us.