Lyrics Blessed with Boredom - The Dali Thundering Concept

Blessed with Boredom

Citizen of the free world, slaving all week
Awaiting Saturday night fever to do the freak
And it goes 1, 2, 3 sink in a soothing coma
Bottoms up;
Will all my life be…
Work hard, die bored, modern men do it well
No crown, no spark, in this corpse I’m just a dying cell
Work hard, die bored, modern men do it well
Hopes are scarred;
I’m the pawn that dreamt of ruling citadels
To be a hero, a star, an astronaut, I bought
But I was just compensating
I wanted to smile like the guy of the pasta box
But it was just advertising crap
I’ve seen the true face of metropolis
One hand stabs me while the other one offers me dope
Its third eye shines on my neurosis
I walk amongst the crowd, a zombie, a fucking clone
I had opinions and dreams I lost along the way
For a wife, a kid, a house and a big ass SUV
In suit and tie, I work my long term suicide
I don’t have the guts to fucking fight
Work hard, die bored, modern men do it well
I’m like Superman, life is my kryptonite
Modern men do it fucking well
There isn’t a day without this weight on my shoulders
Without the burden of the crown the kid I was made out of paper
But carnival is over, no more craft or glitter
Projections of my future should have remained in the past
I can’t let go, can’t let go of this mask
I have to change but don’t feel up to the task
I’m falling, I’m drowning in this abundance horn
I have it all and I still want more
If my life is ok why am I miserable?
I’m so fucking miserable
I’m sorry for wasting your world
For a way to wonder, for a crooked offer
I’m sorry
For the wrecking, the oppression, the slaughter
Well fuck you all, I haven’t done any of these horrors
I haven’t done anything but dream of a throne and a scepter
They did it all;
they did it fucking all, I’m just a puppet
I’m just a wireless powerless doll
Is the puppet guilty of the actions of its master?