It's another morning
Not much here to do
Play guitar another hour,
Lest you should play the fool

Are you really working
Well at least you're really you
And that's your little secret
If you tell someone, you're through

And what are all these melodies
You play from day to day
Are they your life accomplishment
And what can they all say?

You fear your only future
Whatever it may be
Working as an altar boy
Before the silver screen

Some people serve their mind
And some others dig the ground
We all must work together
In the future underground

The people's magic industries
That package filtered dreams
And we succeed in spite of them
No matter how it seems

As people die from hunger
And leaders scream for change
My imagination does nothing to help them

So who am I to sit here,
Writing down these words?
I help no one with anything
I do, though I am heard

My friend down in the alley
I've never seen his face
I've never felt the pain and loss
That drives some men insane

Some they write their stories
But will they ever know
Sitting in their armchairs
How the story was first told?

I was born with everything
I could ever need
I am the class of privilege,
This is the world we breed

The greatest of achievements
Built up with the blood
Of those who toil and those who die
For only God knows what

A fancy new computer
A pair of pretty shoes
Is all I need to get through the day, now
It's true

You go and write your poetry
And whore it all online
And save it in the ether
Where it's only a matter of time

When the anger rises quickly,
We all run out of time
Another bullet in the brain
Another wasted life

If it all seems so crazy
And jumbled to your ears
Just remember we are only
Screaming through our tears

Everybody is waiting for their time
To rise up, fight the phantoms and the lies
And they're right, you're wrong, you have no right to cry
We are all our universes, we are all our own demise

I'll play for you more if you spare a dime
I'll feel like I'm here helping make your life
When all along its just a waste of time
My background music could never change your mind

The man is waiting to begin his life
The boy is laughing at his sagging eyes
And both go their ways, and I am left behind
An empty basket, a case of lies

So close the station, let the trains go by
I'm leaving for the place where I can hide
And tell the lovers they can kiss goodbye
The story closes, and then our eyes