Wake up to the noise and the grind each day

Eyes wide open but the colors are gray

Running through the maze like a feverish mouse

Lost in a crowd but never find a house

Digital ghosts and we're chasing a scream

Caught in a web like a half-finished dream

Holding onto flashes of forgotten fights

Days turn to weeks turn to endless nights

Oh the friction of the times

We’re spinning in invisible lines

Oh the friction of the days

Tangled in a modern maze

Neon lights paint our faces with lies

Casting shadows on the city’s disguise

Whispers on the wind but they never say

What we really need in the light of day

Signals get crossed in the heat of the game

Voices get lost in the race for fame

Climb a ladder that’s leaning to fall

Running so fast we're hitting the wall

A thousand hands but none to hold

Stories we bought but never sold

In the friction of the silent wars

Lost in a space where nobody scores