So this is what I’ve been warned about

This is the reality of it all?

Stuck in morning traffic

Trapped by my own walls

Sarcasm sweetens the deal

Consumer by name and game

Crooked smile shopping spree

 “Freethinking” that it’s all the same

Coffee addiction

TV obsession

Sexual frustration

Facebook confession

The people on TV make my existence seem pretty meek

The circuits hiss just beneath the screen

Rented me a funny movie

Ordered me some soylent green

Darfur dwarfs my millenarianistic illness

And I don’t know what to say

I throw some money at the screen

And pray it’ll just go away

Life-affirming escape to the movies

Ugly malicious truth

Slowly but steadily falling apart

What happened to my ever so treasured youth?

We’ve got pills for that

Oscillating between dys- and euphoria

Laugh until my head comes off

Induced phantasmagoria

Blind dating just to get out of the house

Brushed my teeth real hard before I went

Feel so pathetic, can’t follow it through

Goes home alone as if that had all along been my intent

Nights out with my friends

Meta-humor and genuine laughter

Making and breaking reality

Saving the thinking until after

The occasional use of drugs

An extremely unhealthy tendency

But in my high I ask

Is it better to be or to be free?

I want to get back inside

But seems to have lost my way

Longing for an undoing of life

On this most common of stranger days

I just wanna talk it out doc

But it seems we’re all out of time

I don’t know what to do

But make these therapeutical rhymes

Keeping up my mental circumvention

As to not go insane

Subtle ripples of utter despair

Going through my distracted brain

Never think I can make it through the night

But somehow I always do

Clarity is a motherfucker

When I’d rather be fantasizing about any number of you

The sun stuffs my apartment with mellowness

A cup of coffee and a dose of government approved news

Going out to seem invincible

Selling myself walking alter ego shoes

I tried to do something with my life

But flunked out of class

Establishment, this one’s for you

I feel like going Tyler Durden on your ass

Our stated goals makes no sense

Kinda sorta fed up with western plutocracy

I only have my empathic nature to blame

For not being able to make any money

Corporatism under my skin

Sponsored military intervention

No villains or menacing laughter

Evil by way of good intentions

History ebbs and flows

But where the fuck are we?

Living it up, easy going

Contemplating suicide secretly

That we’re all this messed up

Seems like poor consolation

We should have stuck with the hunting

Looking forward to my vacation