As I struggle with the unfamiliar shapes Of the life they wanted me to lead I'm drawing blank as to what to do I can't make use of that which I don't need As I struggle to play the wanted role Give the illusion I'm not so far removed I find it harder now to find the truth That the way I'm is not the way I'm viewed I don't strive to be approved Or sway to a way which I'm not so moved I can't live under well kept roofs That shelter a life to which I'm not so moved Economic ability - Buy and sell me a thousand times Careers until senility - Make good use of your lives Denying reality - People starve, k**, and die Pretending stability - Perpetuate another lie No responsibility - 'The problems of the world aren't mine'