The morning doesn't hold the same fascination
As it once did in my naivety
Because the ceiling above my bedroom belies the real situation:
The crushing of the human spirit
The greatest crime i can conceive
Is the relegation of minds and hearts to the answering of the impending question:
To live or to die free?
We'll shake with the fear and hate of centuries...
There's a force inside of me
Some kind of burning fever
That makes me feel alive and beautiful;
The creation inherent in destruction, the pulse of dissent
The heartbeat of an ancient struggle
There's a sickness in the air
A final yearning clamour
Let's lynch the heros of distraction
And feel the fire course through our veins down to our fingertips
And thus destroy your cities of gold
We'll shake with the fear and hate of centuries...
"I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."
As it once did in my naivety
Because the ceiling above my bedroom belies the real situation:
The crushing of the human spirit
The greatest crime i can conceive
Is the relegation of minds and hearts to the answering of the impending question:
To live or to die free?
We'll shake with the fear and hate of centuries...
There's a force inside of me
Some kind of burning fever
That makes me feel alive and beautiful;
The creation inherent in destruction, the pulse of dissent
The heartbeat of an ancient struggle
There's a sickness in the air
A final yearning clamour
Let's lynch the heros of distraction
And feel the fire course through our veins down to our fingertips
And thus destroy your cities of gold
We'll shake with the fear and hate of centuries...
"I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."
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