Lyrics

[CHORUS]
Ecclesiastes tells us, All is vanity under the sun.
What we think is new has already been done
Live in stress and dress to impress the ones who told us we would be a bum.

All lined up, they fire the gun,
as we race to the grave like there’s a prize to be won.
Things have gotten so complicated, really ain’t much fun.

[VERSE]
You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine,
This dream we hold so deep.
This superficial gold refined,
Awakened in our sleep.

Chase this carrot on a stick,
Brainwashed with them all.
Show the world your ego trip.
Don’t let them see you fall.

[CHORUS]
Ecclesiastes tells us, All is vanity under the sun.
What we think is new has already been done
Live in stress and dress to impress for those wishing they had some.

All lined up, they fire the gun,
as we race to the grave like there’s a prize to be won.
Things have gotten so complicated, really ain’t much fun.

[BRIDGE]
Dear God, what has become of me?
I’m losing my trajectory.
I’ve let them infiltrate my head.

The things that used to fill my soul,
I’ve traded for happiness I’m told.
Achieved it all to find it ain’t much fun.

I miss my peace with God, living this life under the sun.

[CHORUS]
Ecclesiastes tells us, All is vanity under the sun.
What we think is new has already been done
Live in stress and dress to impress those outside, looking in.

All lined up, they fire the gun,
as we race to the grave like there’s a prize to be won.
Then it’s Déjà vu all over again.
Things have gotten so complicated, really ain’t much fun.