Do intangible waves offer me escape?
I wanna know what it's like on the edge of a knife
'Cause yesterday's stories have no promises of glory
I just wanna escape for a minute or two
So what the fuck am I suppose to do?
Yesterday evening
At the Gangland right across from the
Bus, another man was put on the ground
They pulled the trigger, we walk past without a sound
They fire at will, we kiss as they kill
We say we do as we want then sit perfectly still
I guess you could say that I'll never learn
But you won't teach me with third degree burns
You say: "I don't care anymore, this is nothing I ain't heard before"
We sing these songs like they're our own
It's nothing new, oh yes we know
They're just the tales from our front door
When our sugarcoated life's a bore
(Seems like you can even fault a privileged life these days, whatever next?)
Then I was asked what did I learn?
I think I summed it up in these four words
I hated every minute
I'm cringing while I'm singing
Maybe no-one will notice and I'll get through this
Maybe they'll think it's mine that I'm literally
Inflamed with passion that I contorted into rhyme
But then
This just in
The kids are so complacent and they don't even know it yet so
They're lashing out so aimlessly at things that aren't even a threat!
You say: "I don't care anymore, I've left my interest at the door"
We sing these songs like they're our own
It's nothing new, oh yes we know
They're just the tales from our front door
When our sugarcoated life's a bore