Working Class Zero Lyrics

Inside a shelter, a song remained.
Words carved in memory.
Words counting days.
Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like
if I could only be one more time?
No! Don't look up to me!
I never had a dream of being a hero.
No! I will never be
more than a working class fucking zero.
Inside my heart I've
died many times.
Raised to be broken.
To satisfy.
Inside my mind I've
thought it through again.
I hate the dream now.
I've seen how it ends.