Frustrated, underrated, understated.
Wilting away in loneliness, undying pessimism.
The anger’s building up – to a crescendo of explosive proportions,
probably at the wrong person.
Again.

Does it offend you, yeah?
Hope it bloody well does.

We’re all doomed to self-absorption, egotism and selfishness.
Damned to oblivion,
abyssal heaven.
Paranoia reigns supreme,
no one ever believes
‘innocent before proven guilty’ anymore.

Judging and stereotypes, no individuality without cynicism.
None.
Everything’s corrupt – nothing’s pure,
purity’s an urban myth designed to scare little children.

What’s a Wonderwall anyway? There’s no shields in modern life –
take the whole brunt of the attack, like the man everyone wants you to be.
Conform, then,
to stereotypes,
to public opinion,
till death.

That’s the perfect life, right?
Where everyone loves you for something you’re not.