a heart that's full up like a landfill
a job that slowly kills you
bruises that won't heal

And when they dream they all
Dream of somebody like you
Somebody who takes what they make
Twice as seriously as they could ever hope to do
And when you dream
You dream of a day

When you find something you could love half as much
As you love all your little round mirrors
See yourself reflected in one, there's a hole in the middle
You can't seem to fill

Little round mirrors - Harvey Danger.

You are born into this world
Looking down the barrel of a gun
And those who hold the gun
Want you to work fast and die young
And if you don't work
If you don't obey
They'll make you live in fear till your dying day
Those who govern hold the gun to your head
With religions, corporations, proud of blood
They've shed

I always liked the line

but now I'm not so sure.