Why us?
Why not someone else?
Why us?
The cameras are turnin' off our lights
So run away

And this just feels like
Spinning plates
Our bodies floating down a muddy river

While you make pretty speeches
I'm being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions
A delicate balance

When this just feels like
Spinning plates
I'm living in Cloud Cuckoo Land
When this just feels like
Spinning plates
Our bodies floating down a
Muddy river

(Why us?)