a love song to the self,</br> a story recapped every day,</br> a world of bogus feelings</br> and a world of slow decay.</br> a world of laughter hidden by this world</br> of fear and torment</br> a game of strange compulsion,</br> our visceral convulsion
anxiety for love of life,</br> anxiety for pain,</br> anxiety, a feeling that you know</br> you can't contain</br> (a fear that you have nothing more to gain)</br> anxiety destroys us</br> but it drives the common man,</br> foundation of society anxiety</br> suppress it if you can
the caste of coffee-achievers didn't perform like they planned,</br> the morning rush hour traffic is our play of false elan,</br> so run around your frantic track and lay you down to sleep,</br> tomorrow's the redemption</br> we strive for that exception
what are we angry for?</br> we all need a common cure,</br> that common goal for which you strive</br> to have more than the other guy
the quest for the truth,</br> the quest for the gold we en up all the same,</br> the common lie,</br> the righteous cry we end up all the same,</br> the angry crowd,</br> those lost and found everybody's all the same,</br> the poet's pen,</br> these words I lend,</br> we all bend to anxiety
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