exhaust your ideals let everyone know but when the sh** hits the fan where do they go desperate for a cause what will it be this week contradictions fill my ears from every word you speak so proud of yourself and everything you're about best of luck with your phony route so sick of these fashionites and pseudo activists caring is just another trend among these mindless pricks a walking billboard a pathetic spectacle no one's impressed with the identity you stole so proud of yourself and everything you're about best of luck with your phony route committed to a self indulgent search for nothing you're nothing --- decay and anguish consume the streets i see it in the eyes of everyone i meet i'm always hurt all i feel is sorrow with the way things are will we even see tomorrow fighting my apathy feels like i'm lost at sea i've spent my life wondering wondering how things will be there is no shore no goal in sight humanity a selfish blight no progress, no growth culture is tainted our fate's in the hands of reckless and braindead no shore in sight