John Reuben - Chapter I lyrics
[John Reuben - Chapter I lyrics]
The Boy Vs the Cynic, chapter one, page one
I'll start from the top
I'll embrace dreams again when
I can breathe again
And at that point I won't be needing them
It became clear to me that I was
Fighting a war I couldn't win
You don't make it on your own merit
Only royalty inherit's the kingdom
And that's a system good
Intentions can't help
Your courage is not good here
So don't try to excel
What a sad day when you
Realize nothing can change
The revolution didn't leave you
It never came
There will be no parades, no royal balls
Just long days topped off with
Last calls for alcohol go to sleep
Wake up and repeat the same routine
Smooth skin dressed with wrinkles and
Brown eyes with dark rings
And entertainers sing of extremes that don't
Exist for you and me
When real life is reality TV
No wonder our youth don't believe in anything
It's all a joke there are no heroes
Just those of us with high hopes
It's just not that simple
I'm not trying to save it all I
Just want to create a ripple
And even if one individual is affected
It's monumental with an unusual perspective
That's beautiful in essence
Traditional thinking won't suggest this
Is life really that precious? Well yes it is
But there will be no
Celebrations or congratulations
No pat on the back just your mind intact
And the freedom to feel your heart
Beat at the speed of life
Go to sleep tonight knowing you did it right
And rest easy outside of a
System that resents you
For not doing what they expect you to do
Psychologically wear you down and then
They make the suggestion
That you get on a prescription
To deal with your depression
Anxious, lazy, temperamental, obese
That's what money makers like
To call a disease and they'll be looking for
Or creating new problems
With profitable solutions to solve them
But, you won't get any better
You'll just come back for more
Until your medicine drawer is
Filled with unreliable cures
And that's the way of the beast
I can't do nothing about it
I could shout it in a room that's crowded
But, I doubt it'd make a difference
So ignorance will be my disguise
'Cause 21st century America likes
It's witchcraft civilized
'Cause 21st century America likes
It's witchcraft civilized
I'll start from the top
I'll embrace dreams again when
I can breathe again
And at that point I won't be needing them
It became clear to me that I was
Fighting a war I couldn't win
You don't make it on your own merit
Only royalty inherit's the kingdom
And that's a system good
Intentions can't help
Your courage is not good here
So don't try to excel
What a sad day when you
Realize nothing can change
The revolution didn't leave you
It never came
There will be no parades, no royal balls
Just long days topped off with
Last calls for alcohol go to sleep
Wake up and repeat the same routine
Smooth skin dressed with wrinkles and
Brown eyes with dark rings
And entertainers sing of extremes that don't
Exist for you and me
When real life is reality TV
No wonder our youth don't believe in anything
It's all a joke there are no heroes
Just those of us with high hopes
It's just not that simple
I'm not trying to save it all I
Just want to create a ripple
And even if one individual is affected
It's monumental with an unusual perspective
That's beautiful in essence
Traditional thinking won't suggest this
Is life really that precious? Well yes it is
But there will be no
Celebrations or congratulations
No pat on the back just your mind intact
And the freedom to feel your heart
Beat at the speed of life
Go to sleep tonight knowing you did it right
And rest easy outside of a
System that resents you
For not doing what they expect you to do
Psychologically wear you down and then
They make the suggestion
That you get on a prescription
To deal with your depression
Anxious, lazy, temperamental, obese
That's what money makers like
To call a disease and they'll be looking for
Or creating new problems
With profitable solutions to solve them
But, you won't get any better
You'll just come back for more
Until your medicine drawer is
Filled with unreliable cures
And that's the way of the beast
I can't do nothing about it
I could shout it in a room that's crowded
But, I doubt it'd make a difference
So ignorance will be my disguise
'Cause 21st century America likes
It's witchcraft civilized
'Cause 21st century America likes
It's witchcraft civilized