"The Careless Masses"

Is there any love left
For the broken
Is there an open ear
For the ones not quite outspoken
Do I really have to be a celebrity
For you to care what's going on with me

Here's to you, we raise our glasses
Our salute, to the careless masses
You've made us everything we never aimed to be
A quiet, bitter symphony

You call it love
But it doesn't stick
More like religion
Or politics
A lot of words, recited phrases
Hollow hymns and petty praises
That you shout atop the mountains
But never let them sink in

Here's to you, we raise our glasses
Our salute, to the careless masses
You've made us everything we never aimed to be
A quiet, bitter symphony

My friends, my family
I sing this for you
You accept the surface
Cause you don't wanna see the truth
You don't want to dig much deeper
But you'll swear to the roof
That you know everything
There is to know
No, no, no

Baby, not the real thing
Yeah nobody seems wants the real thing, no

Here's to you, we raise our glasses
Our salute, to the careless masses
You've made us everything we never aimed to be
A quiet, bitter symphony that you don't want to
Here's to you, we raise our glasses
Our salute, to the careless masses
You've made us everything you never thought we'd be
You left the worst impression, all unknowingly
And now we're everything we never aimed to be
What we never aimed to be