We live in a culture of vultures
We don’t even have time to breathe
We are only supposed to succeed and conceive
Because what else are we supposed to believe?
Be sad and mad sure
But keep it under control
In the favor of the rest of society
I am sick of the propriety
Held over my head
You can do whatever you want
Because I am already dead
Funny thing is blood is pumping through my heart
As I go down the aisles of Wal-Mart
Barely anyone had a head start
We don’t need to see a flow chart
To know that we are worlds apart
So attached to your phone
I can loan you a car
But I cannot loan you a life
I can tell you’re the type
That is not very nice
When I talk to you I skate on thin ice
But what does that say about me?
Being in the land of the free is not the key
I scream as loud as I can but the decibels have no impact
In fact I’m on a high-wire act
This is my life.
In a culture of vultures.
I get mad and sad.
I have to accept society has propriety.
Just cruising down the aisles of Wal-Mart.
I am the one attached to my phone.
So let's pretend being in the land of the free
is the key to our happiness.