I used to think I was the only one
evermore under the gun
And had to self induce mania
just to get through each day
Now I see that others do it too
With what they smoke
or drink or pop or chew
to push the trauma out of the way
Until foolishness floods the land
So many pretty houses built on sand
And when calamity strikes
It’s so hard to understand
It simply can not stay
The same old goddamn way
Once we’ve seen this world
Under the cold light of day
A knack for breeding in captivity
Or rather were we bred selectively
Spiritually abused and indoctrinated
In order to serve and plough under the yoke?
And so they keep the mass guilty
Reminded of their own redundancy
Until they forget the feelings
Of a wild and roaming liberty
And so on and on the cycle goes
As inevitable as the storm that blows
Away the sands on which we’ve
built this house and this charade
It simply can not stay
The same old goddamned way
Once we’ve seen this world
Under the cold light of day
