Wrong Profession/Same Results by Libyans Lyrics

Pushed out again
We all pretend
Not to be undermined
Not to be forced to sit still

I chose the wrong profession
I thought I could make due
With half-closed eyes and a strong tendency to dream
Slow death by mental starvation
Will come as a relief
We'll let go once we see the other side of grief

Held back again
Create, upend
Not to be undermined
Not to be put in your place

It's a different place and time
A different set of rules of decency
If we wanna fool them all
We're gonna have to keep it together
Cut it off or push it down
It's all the same resulting frequency
But the same rules still apply
Gonna hurt somebody
Gonna get somebody good this time

In another place and time
There'll be new standards of complacency
Pull me up or drag me down
It's all the same now
I don't think so
This is someone else's dream
But the same rules still apply