Dead End Days Cursive

Dead end days, all we get is poorer
Painting ourselves into a corner
Dead end days burdened on your shoulder
That chip is growing like a tumor
Spreading across your equator
Dead end days, how did we end up so lost

Who can afford a home
Who qualifies for business loans
The banks are our masters
So bring on the pile of debt
We’ve all got a ransom on our heads
Some bigger than others

Dead end days, living on the fringes
Fake smiles buckle at the hinges
Dead end days, crumple up your wish list
Some folks are luckier than others
Some folks are bound to be smothered
Dead end days, everybody’s so pissed off

Gone are the dreams of youth
Gone are the creeds and absolutes
We’ve lost all conviction
If only a ray of truth
Would part through the clouds so destitute
A beautiful beacon