in this land of competition...
"in this land of competition the compassion is gone.
yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on; we keep pushing on!!!"
wanna know your neighbor? wanna know your friend? wanna know about the driven source of our society?
competition. fuck goodness, purity, cardinal fucking vows, and every white lie that was told and never hurt a fly. who can i pass on the interstate. who's going to slow for me? who cut who off? can i make it further up the line of cars in this horrible fucking traffic jam? i don't want to get stuck at the light. i don't want to be left behind.
i want your car. i want your job. i wish i were rich. i wish i knew her. i want to be cool. i wanna kick that guy's ass. i wish this situation woulda gone more in my favor. who get's the last out? who scores the first goal? we're on the same team, but i want to take you place as starter. who's the all-star? who's the shortest? who's the fastest? who's the most popular? i throw the craziest parties. i have the highest gpa. i want to be a leader. i want to earn money. i want to succeed i want.
who gets left behind? who gets there in the end? who do we need. competition is there. it divides us. it conquers all of us. my best friend is my enemy in a world of hazardous ends. we strive to get there first, be the best, get down the road the fastest, and in so many other ways want to be more than the man next to us. to impress this girl, get into this school, win this game, laugh later and perform today. fuck that. my life will not be a mark of accomplishments against my brother. who tallied the highest point total, who hit snake eyes, who will be there waiting with the winner's cup and a victory lap for everyone to watch in envy? and who will be there to say, " i was there man!" ? who the fuck cares? stare at your ceiling all night to come up with something great, only to have it pushed out of your memory and slip from your grasp with a haste not known to your conscious efforts; all the while decaying, err... i mean evolving, into what it is now. forget all the dreams except the last one. remember how fate is funny and life sucks. replay the images of the greatest times in your ironic little life. fuck forks, grab a knife and cut through to who. this will never happen.
"the face is always different, but the rhetoric the same; but we swallow it all, and we see nothing change... nothing has changed!"
life is a traffic jam. and in life, we are forced to cut through people to succeed. we crash into each other and reminice by counting the rubble leftover. we scar ourselves with selfish intent and slash the wrists of those around us. it is a selfish dream we share. live in a fishbowl and forget who we are. nothing is ever over. nothing is ever sane.
yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on; we keep pushing on!!!"
wanna know your neighbor? wanna know your friend? wanna know about the driven source of our society?
competition. fuck goodness, purity, cardinal fucking vows, and every white lie that was told and never hurt a fly. who can i pass on the interstate. who's going to slow for me? who cut who off? can i make it further up the line of cars in this horrible fucking traffic jam? i don't want to get stuck at the light. i don't want to be left behind.
i want your car. i want your job. i wish i were rich. i wish i knew her. i want to be cool. i wanna kick that guy's ass. i wish this situation woulda gone more in my favor. who get's the last out? who scores the first goal? we're on the same team, but i want to take you place as starter. who's the all-star? who's the shortest? who's the fastest? who's the most popular? i throw the craziest parties. i have the highest gpa. i want to be a leader. i want to earn money. i want to succeed i want.
who gets left behind? who gets there in the end? who do we need. competition is there. it divides us. it conquers all of us. my best friend is my enemy in a world of hazardous ends. we strive to get there first, be the best, get down the road the fastest, and in so many other ways want to be more than the man next to us. to impress this girl, get into this school, win this game, laugh later and perform today. fuck that. my life will not be a mark of accomplishments against my brother. who tallied the highest point total, who hit snake eyes, who will be there waiting with the winner's cup and a victory lap for everyone to watch in envy? and who will be there to say, " i was there man!" ? who the fuck cares? stare at your ceiling all night to come up with something great, only to have it pushed out of your memory and slip from your grasp with a haste not known to your conscious efforts; all the while decaying, err... i mean evolving, into what it is now. forget all the dreams except the last one. remember how fate is funny and life sucks. replay the images of the greatest times in your ironic little life. fuck forks, grab a knife and cut through to who. this will never happen.
"the face is always different, but the rhetoric the same; but we swallow it all, and we see nothing change... nothing has changed!"
life is a traffic jam. and in life, we are forced to cut through people to succeed. we crash into each other and reminice by counting the rubble leftover. we scar ourselves with selfish intent and slash the wrists of those around us. it is a selfish dream we share. live in a fishbowl and forget who we are. nothing is ever over. nothing is ever sane.