Privilege Incubus

[Verse 1]
Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?
Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere
Maybe if we looked hard enough, we could find a backdoor

[Pre-Chorus]
Find yourself a backdoor

[Chorus]
I see you in line, dragging your feet
You have my sympathy
The day you were born, you were born free
That is your privilege

[Verse 2]
Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me
Doesn't have a clue why he is waiting, or what he's waiting for?
Maybe it's me, but I'm sick of wasting energy
Maybe if I look in my heart I could find a backdoor

[Pre-Chorus]
Find yourself a backdoor

[Chorus]
I see you in line, dragging your feet
You have my sympathy
The day you were born, you were born free
That is your, that is your (privilege)