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 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.