Nirvana the tormenting peace
The search for Never land
The quest to be free
Have we ever thought this through?
The life we are living,
The state we live in?
To ask our youth to steer
And look at life over our shoulders,
Not like it has yet to be?
Frankly, I regret all my deeds
I honor the undone, and spite the complete
Some people call it locus of control
I call it the only way to be!
Look here old sport!
You are not sitting on a throne
None that we can see at least
Don’t make your life a joke
And ours’ a trick or treat
People are dying because of you
The fact that we affect reality
Is enough to make you the doer
And the referee
No one has the right to tell you what
But everyone is entitled to speak
I am as guilty as you are
As filthy as thee
But we’re the only ones to blame
The only flames of change
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