What little faith I have in the human spirit Seems like everybody's in it to win it Poor brushed aside Rich come on inside Take a bite, eat the bread, eat the gold eat your own Well it doesn't matter if your faceless heartless, or just less Well it doesn't matter if your faceless hopeless, or just less You're Just Less Dirt and Filth crawls up my walls Night falls, nobody cares so nobody calls Trapped in my room with the locks on the inside Scared to take another look on the outside The ink from my pen flows quick as I hear another go down outside my window Take a look and there's nothing there at all A thousand sounds I want to hear them all Smells that I can't bear, Looks that turn to stares And I wonder where it all came from