Warp and transcend
Angst! Again! Count to ten
Activate, close the door to the den
Trapped like a dog, but with a pen
I write and write till the end
No yen, no zen, just pain
When they chain my brain
Disdain, no money made
I feel ashamed when I run around men
Below the sun with no gun in my hand
Writing some songs 'till I’m done in this
Wasteland that I am
"Where do you see yourself in five years?"
I don't even know if a tomorrow is near
"Why do you think you deserve this job?"
Don't know, all they call me is "slob"
I wish that I were made of stone
To feel no more, resist it all
I wish my bones were made of gold
To see value in the things I’ve done
And I wish to be capable of speaking
In front of the people I want to speak to
Without feeling like an obstacle
For happy moments that I won't live