Old Wayz

Misery, difficulty, doom and gloom are visibly,

Ostensibly dementing me, and I never meant to be

The enemy friended me, at the turning of this century,

Technology is robbing me, of everything I want to be

 

Dreams are dead and in my head there's a list of books I never read

Words I never said, because I sped through this life

To the grave a slave the walking dead, don't play the game

Instead they focus on the winning of the bread,

Brain starved and mouth fed,

 

My bank is full my, my heart is not

My body starts to fall apart,

Try to restart, but I do not know CPR,

Waiting for the crash cart, I get sleepier,

World get's creepier, picture fades to sepia

 

I once thought I knew the taste of success,

But now my tears are bitter and mixed with regret,

As they roll down my face I can feel the disgrace,

I guess I gotta embrace the pace of the human race

 

When I chase my tail without a hint of grace,

I leave the trace of a snail, that came in last place

No medal, no podium, no trophy, no winnings,

No point, no fun, no contest, no living

 

No giving just taking, smile you are faking

Cos the money you're making, don't even touch what they rake in

I hear you say, who are they, well young squire,

They're the ones who wouldn't piss on you, if you were on fire

 

Grass is green, green with desire,

And you aspire for the green as a means to retire,

From your job, from your life, pull the back out your knife

Have 2.5 kids and find yourself a nice wife,

 

The meaning of life is just eat, shit and die

Early bird get's the worm, but never learns how to fly,

People say get rich, or die trying,

Instead try living and then you'll start flying

 

Instead of crying and weeping, about how much you're not sleeping

Insomnia? There's nothing wrong with ya

 

This world is just a mess and this stress I must confess

Is making me second guess, if I can ever be more than less

Than half of the person I used to want to be,

I find myself wanting to choose responsibly

In response to the plea my parents made to me

To live in the real world, cos nothing comes for free

 

The cost of freedom, we'll never be from from,

There's a price on your life when your makers you meet them

You pay everyday in the hours that you spend

Doing something you don't love as a means to an end

 

And the end rolls round much quicker than you think

If you don't stop once in a while, it's gone in the blink

Of an eye in an instant, no time for goodbye,

No future in the distant, you ask yourself why,

 

You spent so much time in your head, cosied up with regret,

Worried about debt, breaking in to a cold sweat,

This material shit, is immaterial,

Fuck the pounds and the penny's, I swear i've seen it all

 

From ashes to ashes and dust to dust,

The difference between true love and just lust,

It means nothing, just words in my head,

Cos one of these days, we'll all be dead