Ennuyé

In every dream, I see the outcome
It’s never what I feel it should be
Holding hope
This isn’t where we thought we’d be
Realizing we’re reverting
Losing hope

Panel of the same sludge stained seats
Whose pockets are lined with more grease?
One by one place the blame, where’s accountability?
One by one, thе faces change, still drowned in lobbiеs
Deciding our fate but the interest isn’t the same
Deciding our fate but the interest isn’t the same

Feed the machines
High upon their pedestals
Hypocrites