Panic - The Life Of... lyrics

[Verse 1: Panic.] He went by Charlie, his only name His father was a drug addict and mother was the same He was scared of the future, his daddy a felon, mother was abusive and never stopped yelling He grew up mad and angry at society, like this is what I tried to be but everybody lied to me, nobody ever guided me, no one ever admired me, I was born with extremely addictive d** inside of me But oh well, I guess things happen that we can't control, like the way Charlie was bullied both at school and at home Like the way he was ignored, and nobody cared, like the way he had no friends, and nobody dared Peek into his life, and offer a hand, look into his mind, hard, not a glance Making sure he's okay, making sure he's served, and offer him the love that all human beings deserve [Hook: Panic.} So that yes maybe you, too, can be cool Yes maybe you, too, can be the rule Yes maybe you, too can be a tool So that yes maybe you, too, can be a fool [Verse 2: Panic.] So time flies by and Charlie is in high school The message is you got to get fit and get cool Cliques and females, it's the popular derail You're not cool if you're normal like shopping stores of retail And if your car is not detailed, your watch was not expensive Your family is not rich, your shoe collection is not extensive Then everything you thought you knew was just a lost essential Cause everything you're working for will seem it's lost potential So put everything below, and everything away, push all your morals aside, and live for the day You can walk around pompous with your dick in your mouth Face your a** north, and your crooked smile south And walk around like you know just what you're talking about, like there's a universal message to send without a doubt But don't blame society and sit around and pout, you got to get up, sit up, yell and shout [Hook] [Verse 3: Panic.] So if there's one thing Charlie ever learned in life, it's not always fair, the people aren't always nice They've got to look out for themselves even when it's not right, they've got to make sure that they're not the one's crying at night They've got a feeling called selfishness and one called greed, another called selflessness, and one called gluttony Pleasing to the ma**es but not appealing to me, because I'm a pacifist that's appeasement isn't greed But what about the things that were really unfair, they happen to plenty but many of us don't care They flaunt their money from their clothes down to their hair, and many are saying that they are modest with what they wear So now what do we do when we're peeling for the truth We're scraping for the lies while I'm posted in the booth Living for the praise of a message in our rooms Cooped up in a life where your only life is you [Hook]