How can you wake up every day bullshit yourself like you're a-okay? And I'd off my fucking self today if I thought it would help in any way The world just don't work like this No, the world just don't work like this Have a kid? Glad you did? It's blind faith with the future hid This illogical urge to procreate Guilt for the pile of my daily waste I don't understand this fucking place I don't understand this fucking place
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a kid with conviction And my heart's on a mission I'm a kid with a vision I know the world I wanna live in
Inconsеquential It's a full time job not going mental Inconsеquential What makes you so fucking special? Inconsequential It's a full time job not going mental Inconsequential What makes you so fucking special?
The reason the addict can't stop using The reason the wino can't stop boozing Advertising, potent, insidious A beautiful mind turned into something hideous Complete and utter meaninglessness Countdown, extinction, what's your best guess? It gets so depressing, need drug or drink Blackout, life story, invisible ink We're all gonna end up in the exact same spot In the big cosmic map, not even a dot Not even a dot, not even a dot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a kid with conviction And my heart's on a mission I'm a kid with a vision I know the world I wanna live in
Every who in Whoville takes the shit, so you will We all got a lil' list of people we wanna kill For payback, for money, or just for the thrill A girlfriend for the night, a rolled up dollar bill There's so many out there just like me (Inconsequential) Disenfranchised with this sick reality You see this beautiful innocence, like a toddler, or a river (Inconsequential) These pockets of wonder that make you reconsider Maybe there's some higher meaning (Inconsequential) In being a 21st century digital human being I feel this guilt every time I drive my car, I hear (Inconsequential) A voice that flattens me with guilt and fear You glutton, you pig, take the bus or the train (Inconsequential) I'm too afraid again last week another mother slain Right at the tracks, a random attack by a zombie in psychosis (Inconsequential) Bad combo, cartel meth, bipolar diagnosis (Inconsequential) And where it hits the closest its right here at home Where the kids at the dinner table and soon they'll be alone (Inconsequential) In a world that's spinning violently off its axis Seems God's been staying out late and skipping practice Bombarded and frustrated, aimless, alienated Now on to the next generation, congratulations, you made it
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Compositores: Duran Ritz, James Priestner, Jan Cajka & Jared Priestner