I'm under the cover but I still feel cold

This feeling of emptiness is starting to feel old

The world feels so big but also small

Sometimes I walk sometimes I crawl

Sometimes I do nothing at all

Everything feels so subjective so incohesive 

I know it doesn't have to be this way

But I'd rather stall to keep the responsibilities at bay

We're all cogs in a machine

Each place that's governed has it's pros and cons

Our issues are so complex we could look for solutions

Prejudice ignorance pollution people who only treat others like pawns like life's a game of chess 

Your money will be meaningless when the Earth is no longer

But I'm no better I don't care about our future I'm not living green I don't care about choosing my words and thinking about what they mean I'm just another machine because it's easier than accepting myself the bad and the ugly