Not My Place

I know it's probably not my place

But I've been looking for a way out of this empty race

Now we're running out of grace

Got to take ourselves a minute just to contemplate

Where are we going? Yeah

What are we trying to achieve?

What is the point if all this is only make-believe?

Been working in a bullshit job

In a bullshit system for bullshit wages

Forty hours pushing numbers around

So that some little clown can unlock these cages

And if you work hard and you don't complain

Then you might even say you made it

But what did you make?

Did your labor create truth and beauty or fakeness?

They tell you it's a fight to the bitter end

No matter it's your brother, sister or your friend

Somebody's got to lose so that you can win

And that's why we keep losing again and again

But every time we're losing, you're gaining a friend

And a friend, they give you more than riches ever can

But in the end, does anybody ever win? No, no, no, no

I know it's probably not my place

But I've been looking for a way out of this empty race

Now we're running out of grace

Got to take ourselves a minute just to contemplate

Where are we going? Yeah

What are we trying to achieve?

What is the point if all this is only make-believe?

Everything for sale

Everything on special offer

No matter what you say

You're just another happy shopper

Your country needs you now

So put your hands into your pocket

And shop until you drop

They say that's the only way to stop it

On your marks, get set, go racing down to Primark

Queuing 'round the corner from first light 'til it gets dark

Retail therapy that you can't afford to let pass

So you set your alarm at 6 AM to give you a head start

Black Friday every day from now until the planet dies

Kids aspiring to monetize their so-called private lives

Profiled, analyzed, incentivized, then polarized

Watch live online as we document our own demise

I know it's probably not my place

But I've been looking for a way out of this empty race

Now we're running out of grace

Got to take ourselves a minute just to contemplate

Where are we going? Yeah

What are we trying to achieve?

What is the point if all this is only make-believe?

There's no meaning anymore

Nobody's ever wrong

Or that's the way we wanna play it

Obsessing over where we disagree

Instead of listening

To what the other's got to say

And while we fight over some petty little difference

The real power treats us all with indifference

Our only strength is our numbers and our vision

So we need to learn to listen or we'll soon be irrelevant

Everyone's an expert these days, I'm getting sick of it

Throw away cut and paste opinions just for the kick of it

Craving that dopamine hit that you get when they click on it

Why bother listening to people living there in the thick of it?

Fighting on Facebook for our God-given right to be wrong

Listening to any old idiot with a mic and a song

Each and every person driven by their desire to belong

Pick out the enemy, pile on, pile on

I know it's probably not my place

But I've been looking for a way out of this empty race

Now we're running out of grace

Got to take ourselves a minute just to contemplate

Where are we going? Yeah

What are we trying to achieve?

What is the point if all this is only make-believe?

I know it's probably not my place

But I'm looking for a way out of this empty race

Now we're running out of grace

Take ourselves a minute just to contemplate

Where are we going? Yeah

What are we trying to achieve?

What is the point if all this is only make-believe?

I know it's probably not, probably not my place

I know it's probably not, probably not my place

I know it's probably not, probably not my place

I know it's probably not, probably not my place