You reign supreme on your pedestal Protest music is just your stepping stone And the bastards that buy in are just meek and oppressed You write the rules
This place has had it I'm tired of being at it No place to get my kicks The spot is gone to get my fix What a bummer Vain temptations left you empty
Time spent in my room there's nothing on my mind Apathy it swallows me "life's a waste of time" There are nights I feel invincible and then there's bits
it?s best that I don?t say: ?It?s a pleasure to meet ya Once again for the night I can?t promise my focus? Is it me? Or is it my attention span? I see