The Beat Seekers - The Next Big Suicide

I feel so lost and lonely again tonight
In the arms of no one left I could be alright
Moon over dark horizons
I can hear them distant sirens
Sit back and watch the world burn
I really don't care

We all got a story and mine's a tragedy
Walk the halls of shame in the mediocrity
Ain't good at making dollars and nothings making sense
I couldn't be a scholar, but I'll be your president
Yeah I got a feeling, it's always on my mind
The time we're killing into the great divide
It's like we're seeing so much we're going blind
And we're just waiting for the next big suicide

There's always someone to tell you how to feel
The masses falling for phony mass appeal
Take all the proceeds and throw 'em on the fire
Just keeping warm in the clutches of desire

Ain't got a hand to play
But that's the American way
Devolve in disarray
Throw it all away
Ain't got a hand to play
But that's the American way
Dissolving in decay
To your dismay
For the rest of your life
Forever and a day

So tired of apps and video games
So tired of every day being the same
The constant feeding frenzy
Worship in the church of envy
In a world divided without a name
Where's it end in the technological vacuum that we're in?
When's the last of the last human interaction?
So sick and tired of playing this game
Fact and opinion are one in the same
The mind I feel I'm wasting
The time we ain't replacing
The fight we're facing will never end

Go on and get lost
You know it's better than waiting
Go on and get dead
The whole picture's fading
Get old and get sick
But you ain't gonna get paid
Go on and try to get lucky baby
You just want it made
It's a typical life
In a typical fashion
Say so long to caring and compassion
Into a world we just can't seem to cash in
The lies we tell to keep our hearts from crashing down
Filling up on small talk, gridlocks, and better days
Trying to find our way
Out of time and energy

(Curse this crooked system)
Keep 'em down and dirty
(Curse this crooked system)
They'll give in by thirty
(Curse this crooked system)
Keep their dim lights burning
I kneel, pray to God
Don't take my money away!
(Curse this crooked system)
Take my money away!
(Curse this crooked system)
Take my money away!
(Curse this crooked system)
Take my money away!
(Curse this crooked system)
Take my money
Take it all!

Written by:
Keith Fertwagner

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