| You’re twenty-five and you’re barely alive
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| Blood’s still running through your body
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| But your spirit’s long since died
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| You’ve trained yourself to keep your distance
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| In the sand you’ve drawn your line
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| So afraid of people’s expectations
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| In constant battle with your mind
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| You have become what you hate the most
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| An apathetic old man with a grudge
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| Succumbing to life’s pressures without fight
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| Why do you stay here?
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| Because your fucking pride has buried you alive
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| In this debris of shit blown out of proportion
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| In your maladjusted mind
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| You think that you’re so fucking different
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| But you just tow the same old lines
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| Leading to this sicking ship
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| Living in constant fear of time
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| Opportunity arises and you don’t care
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| You project an image of no hope
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| But I’ve looked into your
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| Eyes and seen it there
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| You’d love to smash this
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| World that’s put
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| You in the state you’re in
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| Twenty-five
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| It’s your life
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| But still you try to deny
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| Everything you feel inside
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| It’s time to cut their fucking line |