happy little creatures (will never be) - demo

i wrote this song on one of my awful everyday commutes on the city subway. looking at people dressed in suits running around.

the coldness in your head
the heavy smell of sweat
the quiet pigs are screaming
with the emptiest of feelings

looking back on them
the white lies are clear
they wanted too much
they wanted everything

as they stand in lines
the computers eat their lives
the pigs are feeling down
living in their plastic bags

looking back on them
the white lies are clear
they made plastic mansions
but it wasnt what they wanted

cause it never meant a thing
and we never meant a thing (oh, how its always been)
cause we'll never be
the happy little creatures
we dreamed to be