Hope it would end

So, so you're completely afraid,
fear that you're fading?
with no clue what to do.
Can you tell the difference
between living and existing?
life and our supposed "death"?
Wait and let me catch my breath.

Did they get us to trade,
our hours for paper?
Endless time for divided days?
Long years for short pay?
A peaceful psyche for a manic mind?
Do you feel confined
to a life of desperate escapism
for temporary satisfaction?

How we hope
how we hope it would end.
We're all just
little lost souls
spinning out of control
day after day.
Driving down the same ole streets
still no one to meet.
This same old place
wiped the smile from our faces.