Looks like the world is catching up to
My cynical point of view
And the pessimists of our time
Are slowly proven right
Is this my coming of age?
Or just the world that we live in?
The darkest of days?
Or typical condition?
And the saddest part of this is
The people who think
They're making a difference
Are feeding their godheads
In moral obligation
To their television sets
The screens held in their hands
Either way I want out
I won't fight for this
I'll fight for something else
We strive to live, to fight
To never have to choose a side
Never contribute to
The wickedness we've seen
We'll push on and break the lines
Break down the ties of this divide
I'll keep swinging till I die
To live, to fight
On the outside