i'm feeling at war again
is it wrong if i long for the simplified easy life
my psyche screams to laugh out loud
at those who
say act your age and why not try to find a real job
the grey suit man looms nearby
with a noose an a suitcase full of stock quotes

"it's your suicide" he said
"if you want to be like me
keep the white noise on
it dulls the anger, dulls the pain"

i'm feeling at war again
with the moans of the drones while they're talking on their cell phones
my heart yearns to smash and grab
on the mold i was sold from the time i took my first breath

"if you want to dream on your own time
that's okay with me"

so keep your pants on mister
cause you're born and you work
and you work and you die