The lies that fill my head say there's no destiny
I heard those words before
They stem from jealousy
Now my friend's band
It gets clapping hands
As my guitar sits on the stands
After so many years
I tried to quench my tears
By refusing to become a man
I miss all the times back then
Sweet and lovely
I was younger and poorer then
But I was happy
What is this change that makes me feel strange?
Normalcy took over me
I'd rather sleep
Cause it's easy to be everything I want in a dream
Money doesn't buy happiness
No store sells it for free
Quantity over quality in this economy
Our fathers are broke and our music's a joke
The crowd laughs as I see
They have no remorse for realness, of course
The want fake and they want it free
I try not to lose faith in things I need
I'm a soldier made of stone
I wish I could bleed
And what's the answer when the world's cancer
Is the men saying there is no disease?
Well, who am I?
One day I will die
Truth is gone, but it can be retrieved