Backlash

This is not right, the shallow sight of the dutiful.

I love them all cuz they're so ugly and beautiful.
immutable and given to fits, your advice is cavernous.
It''s clear for me to see that you were made for this.
we've been blesed by the angel of success and stress,
And this is nothing compared to what we're gonna get.

I'm breaking out of this coast to coastal.
Pace yourself. Brace yourself.
You've been so good to me so just consider this a payback.

You're never gonna believe what you see,
This is a new day, and you're the big winner.
It's like a riddle designed to make you feel little
And lost, and always pulling back to the middle.

Your mind is victimised, baptised, chastised, ostracised,
Being cool is a compramise.
Cue the backlash, heaven help the ones who rehash.
And nevolutionaries looking through your old trash.
I'm going out of my way to put you on the back shelf.

You must contain yourself and entertain yourself.
But all is not lost, given the cost you gotta have a firm plan.
The way is lttered with shams and also-rans running to fall
And done in with a wrecking ball, who never question anything at all.

Cus this conscienceness is sublime,
And we are numbered by the passage of time,
These Mother-fuckers are suckers, it's a crime.

We are a blight of bottled water and cannon fodder,
You need an 18 year old wife, and a 19 year old daughter.
Before my eyes, life passed me by, I found myself
A veil has been pulled over my eyes and things look big today

Wake every day with a song in a heart small and lame,
Maybe your ship will come in, maybe your number's up,
But either way your life will never be the same.