(Verse 1)
We're all protagonists with our own version of happiness, they can't all sync up, and that's where conflict comes into the picture, we all see the frame differently, so for every bit of joy deploys another's misery, the fallen form a void, torn like corduroy, becoming destroyed by noise from a symphony, it drowns out the forgotten, creating a rift, some continue to rise while others no longer exist, a schism, too many cysts in the system, some are systematically imprisoned, slowly inchin' along, trying to sneak a peek at vision, they listen, eavesdropping on the words of kings and there's no pleasantries for peasants pestering to penetrate a position, desecrating conviction, devastating existence, entertaining the wisdom, but when it's too late, tardiness isn't forgiven

(Chorus)
So we move like ants, all together, yeah, we move like ants, stepped on by a shoe that stands, I should smile more, let me do my dance, huhh, so we move like ants, all together, yeah, we move like ants, press on and excuse our chance, kumbaya, let the group hold hands

(Verse 2)
What's more valuable, trust or love, lying to ourselves with this courage that we've mustered up, maybe we're just blinded by this passion that we feign, hoping for different outcomes but the actions are the same, it's sad but unexplained how the agony remains, tragic in the wake of something bad that you can't shake, laughing at the pain to change the dynamic, to save ourselves from drowning like the Titanic, we're all misunderstood 'til someone understands, lost and alone 'til someone comes to clutch our hands, and pull us from the wreckage and the second that they do, it's like the sky opens and the best of us can bloom, but misdirections are a cue that can skew the truth, the future hangs in the balance of unbalanced views, unaccounted fruits that simply rot away, leaving us with memories of everything and not decaying

(Chorus)
So we move like ants, all together, yeah, we move like ants, stepped on by a shoe that stands, I should smile more, let me do my dance, huhh, so we move like ants, all together, yeah, we move like ants, press on and excuse our chance, kumbaya, let the group hold hands

(Interlude)
*Sample*: "Some people are completely serious, some people are completely serious, some people are completely serious, serious"

(Verse 3)
Put on a brave face, a mask to hide the rigamortus, grinning through a thinly veiled attempt to feel important, too much motion sickness from going through the motions, it's too hard to hold onto devotion, soaking in emotion, folding up, implodin', skin worn to the bone, loading up on lotion, rub it in to sooth the pain, but who's to say if we win or lose today, some escape through the sound of a drum, others escape through the round in a gun, as breaths breath in and out of our lungs, few options, confounded with fun and lousy at love, the power's out at the end of the tunnel, the deck's stacked against us and we're lost in the shuffle, abandoned in the present tense, and antiquated equations always equal negatives

(Chorus)
So we move like ants, all together, yeah, we move like ants, stepped on by a shoe that stands, I should smile more, let me do my dance, huhh, so we move like ants, all together, yeah, we move like ants, press on and excuse our chance, kumbaya, let the group hold hands