Letra da Música: Meaning - Cardboard

It's such a bitter reality,
This material construction of life
Leaves so much to be desired.
Step in line, i'll spend my life
But what change will i receive
What difference will i make.

Advertised is make life matter,
Of course no directions are supplied.
Well i know i'm a fool for not accepting the present,
And that the real issue is what i make of it,
But if money in the pocket is the meaning of life
Then i must dream abroad.
If that's the dream i must dream abroad.
If that's the american dream i must dream abroad

He doesn't question your existence,
Well i think therefore i am...
But who i'm not is what i want to be.
Would you call that the master plan?
Call me faithless, call me faceless,
I just stand uneasily clutching for an answer.
I don't want to whine
'cause i've had it somewhat easy,
And i haven't spent much time
Seeking out a righteous meaning
I guess it'd be too simply easy,
And maybe too cliche to just give me a sign...
Is that too much to ask?
Is that too much to ask?