Monday, April 26, 2004

Neoteric America

Current Mood: Poetry-ish Current Song: The Offspring - Million Miles Away Tired of this mindless daily bump and grind Living through this methodical routine Corrosion swimming in each human mind But there's a vestige of rebellion in this habitual scheme Our bodies could be hurled into a revolution The country is on the verge of a forced evolution Creating a new America Running from our past Sitting, ready to belly up Into our last days Our nights on the bay And I'm ready to risk it all For the chance at ridding you all Of this horrid routine Rebuilding the new America after our futile front attack Changing the thing we're weary of, since we have turned our back On the society of old, the tiring routine The systematic bliss we lived in, now has gone to waste After the first rebellion, it was all lost in the race The race toward utopia, with blindfolds on our face The blinding race with aspiration Has led us to a near extinction Now we rebuild this wasted land We hold our routed plans In our ambitious hands Living in the days of yore We try to reinvent This new life is such a bore We have to implement We work long days and nights We've got to recreate A fleeting paradise But we won't close our eyes We keep pushing on And as I sing this song The mother comforts her fawn The only thing that matters now Our offspring pay the price We can only hope That they can catch the light And cast a bright wave of might They must pay for our fight But they do not have the right To tear away the night And at the sight of a tight aurora They build a new euphoria A lone child starts an aria Showing what we're not weary of But now we keep our eyes peeled As we replant the fields and forests No longer will there be unrest No more unrest In our new America

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