Verse 1
We are born without a choice
Opinions form, but have no voice
Parent pressure and teachery
Shape and bully our reality
Career means getting less for moreit’s obsession makes us a bore (abhor)
Write a note to promise yourself
To rebel today

Chorus
Pity the stronger, they live longer
Their tears have further to fall
As for the wise they will realise
Their thoughts don’t matter at all

Verse 2
I live in between extremes
From fields of flowers to violent scenes
Welcome to the Promised Land
Contemplating the knife in my hand
Some say what a psychopath
Take a seat and feel my wrath
A short trip to the other side
And you will feel the same

Verse 3
Who said the worlds a stage?
Stop performing just turn the page
Get a grip and tick the box
Times a wasting ticks the clock
All hail the lunatic
Who can see that we’re all sick?
The grand author is anonymous
AWOL gone away