We’re up against it . . .
too much glory too much history
And we resent it too much to live up to too much to be in this life

in this life

We’re up against it . . .
too much glory too much history
Already spent it
every note, every word, every sight, every sound we could make
in this life

We tried our best, buried in this mess
in the shadow of those who enjoy success
forced to confess that it’s no contest
we nest with failures we really never learned to digest
no living up to the blessed we detest
when they suppress every desire to be impressed
we were told to shut up so we hold our breath
and we tread water in the wake of all the competition we’re pit against

We’re up against it
the fraying yarns of all the victories
Will we resent it
we’ve already lost if we choose to compete with this lie

Apologies motivated by self preservation
won’t catch me closing my eyes
better believe I see you and you’ll get no accommodations
not impressed that you’ve been fooling the blind

another generation breeds another degradation
more watered down every time
redundant iteration useless intellect castration
standing tall without the help of a spine

offer apology as currency
yeah your money’s no good here
go ahead re-neg that guilty plea
I never held my breath for honesty
you really never did have cred with me
yeah your face is no good here

Your insincerity cements my every reservation
saw you a mile away
is it exhausting living life with such precision calculation
to play the relevant fake
your insecurity exposed by overcompensation
is breaking down the facade
keep your sisters in their place and downplay every accusation
sell the fiction of a whitewashed adaptation

tried to tightened your laces when the other shoe dropped
but that tongue broke loose and now your down to socks
this rant deteriorates
I’m happy eating the rot
cos every word was penned for flying over heads full of rocks
and so the worse it’s received
I say the better song
’til I respect your opinion no I can never be wrong
I guess I’ll never be wrong
I guess I’ll never be wrong
I guess I’ll never be wrong

We’re unimportant
we just pretend this is a war
We’re entertainment
in an hour you’ll be bored
no one’s the better, dismantle image
we take the path we set the pace
don’t call it struggle, if it’s a privilege
if it’s the dream we choose to chase

self promoting egos won’t seem all that impressive no more
once you’ve reached a higher stage
and they’ve tumbled back onto the floor

you might invite ’em to all your cities
so they can play their pirate games
they’ll fuck you over and ask for pity
they’re selling every word but shame
feeding off worship and drunk on power
standing up grace on every date
and if a platform puts them above you
then they don’t deserve a stage
tear them right down off that stage

all those heroes are just the lucky fortunate fools
the brightest spot light will never make them better than you

do you have morals? do you have values?
or are they obstacles to fame?
those slimy antics they represent you
your choice to join them on the stage
are you a victim? cos we don’t like you?
cowards demur deserved disdain
you’re not a victim and I don’t like you
and your delusion smears your name
you can fuck off all the same

don’t let me be them don’t let me be them
don’t turn me up don’t give me praise
don’t ever say I’m worth more of your time
if I shake your hand- without asking your name

all those heroes are just the lucky fortunate fools
the brightest spot light will never make them better than you
if they chase the blinding light how can they lead you to the truth
don’t ever follow those who’d never dream of following you