| Lyrics: | It's a love song to the self, a story recapped every day,
It's a world of bogus feelings and a
world of slow decay,
It's a world of laughter hidden by this world of fear and
torment,
It's a game of strange compulsion, our visceral convulsion:
Anxiety for love of
life, anxiety for pain,
Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain.
Anxiety
destroys us but it drives the common man.
Foundation of society, anxiety. Suppress it if you
can.
The caste of coffee achievers didn't perform like they planned.
The morning rush hour
traffic is our play of false elan.
So run around your frantic track and lay you down to
sleep;
Tomorrow's the redemption, we strive for that exception.
Anxiety for love of
life, anxiety for pain,
Anxiety, a fear that you have nothing more to gain.
Anxiety
destroys us but it drives the common man.
Foundation of society, anxiety. Suppress it if you
can.
What are we angry for?
We all need a common cure.
That common goal
for which you strive:
To have more than the other (have more than the other) guy.
The quest for truth, the quest for gold, yeah, we end up all the same
The common lie,
the righteous cry, we end up all the same.
The angry crowd, those lost and found,
everybody's all the same.
The poet's pen, these words I lend, we all bend to
Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain,
Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't
contain.
Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man.
Foundation of society,
anxiety |
