darthsparkles

I'm so goddamn tired
cant tell if I'm done, or just un-inspired
and don't give me that you can be somebody speech
that ain't your place, let me be
I'm an example of a candle lit life
with electric relaxation, brain trampled by devotion
to remote control channel changin
something provoked the whole globe to lower expectations
damn, what's wrong with my generation?
we was the cream of the crop but it seems we've been robbed
that's what happens when you trade in all your dreams for a job
and every day it gets less and less exciting
I would make a difference but I'm busy faking this instead of trying
change my shift from now to never and I'll pretend I'm fine
why am I always stuck at the shitty end of the assembly line
I guess I'm built to be intoxicated with hope
sometimes it's a journey, most the time it's just a bad joke
and in my scroll there's a junk drawr I can't organize
the first to come in last to leave we'll never be immortalized
this sort of life is completely overrated, I'm sick of being the
only one I know that's trying to make it
so right now I'm heading home, got sounds of nature for you born in
my headphones and half a bottle of predasone
that's the reaction to an overdose of passion
brainless, stagnant...aint it magic