subculture- new order

I like walking in the park
When it gets late at nightI move `round in the dark
And leave when it gets lightI sit around by day
Tied up in chains so tigh
These crazy words of mineSo wrong they could be
What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realise you can't shaft without someone elseIn the end you will submitIt's got to hurt a little bitI like talking in my sleep
When people work so hard
They need what they can't keep
A choice that leaves them scarred
A room without a viewUnveils the truth so soon
And when the sun goes down
You've lost what you had
What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else
In the end you will submitIt's got to hurt a little bit