Текст песни
Well, the kid couldn't find a calling
Didn't know what to do
Wanted to write a novel
Then wanted to sing the blues
The paradox of choice
And a privileged overthinking
Became their ruin
Didn't want to start a family
Though pushing 31
Romanticized the rambling
And the being on the run
And all that overthinking
About an exploitative system
Made them question
Why they'd give them
Another back to burden
With the constant concern of climate uncertainty
The inevitable collapse of fiat currency
The death of the oceans is not prophecy
It's happening
Walking in a first world nightmare
Their light they began to lose
Stopped their smoking reefer
And stopped their drinking booze
Could then perceive more clearly
The consolidation of power
And the vampires in gold towers
Drink your blood up by the hour
They are confused so few people seem to understand
How they're being pushed around
By some invisible hand
Singing, "I'm doing all I can
I'm only a man
With an honest plan
Doing all I can."
There's still time
To turn the arrow of your will
From the darkness up into the light!
Is it better to sanguine and off-target
Than to be cynical and right?
If I could only decide what to do with my life
If I could only decide what to do with my life
If I could only decide what to do with my life
I'd be alright
Idle hands are the devil's playground
It's been often said
That one without a purpose
Will wish themselves for dead
There's still time
To turn the arrow of your will
From the darkness up into the light!
Is it better to sanguine and off-target
Than to be cynical and right?