we identified as perpetually dissatisfied and tired,

'cause we personified what we criticized.

but we shield our eyes when confided,

complied to our pride.

time has always been cruel to our heart, ruthless to our mind.

heavy are the sighs for the glamourized lifestyles we don't like.

we must have lost our guise somewhere along the line

trying to find a lie where we can hide behind.

(we're not tired of ourselves,

we're tired of the world letting us down.)

blind by our own sights,

deafened by the choir,

read into the signs,

we maligned humankind.

can't recognize the highs

when we internalized agony.

the future isn't bright,

we're always demoralized.

so we'll terrorize for bona fide prizes,

won't take any compromises.

redesign how we gratify,

'cause everything is a tight dogfight.

pick a side, make it our ride or die

even if we don't know what is wrong or right,

just following our spite.

show them we're immunized.

living on the edgewise, stepping over dead guys,

decline the divine, enshrine the swines,

burn bright into the night,

we're never going out of style.

bring out the alibis

as we brutalize our own kind.

can't show that we're benign.

we'll rise from the bloody mires

to the burning sky,

revived and tried,

baptized in despises and demises.

(don't listen to the cries,

we're being demonized.)

we don't apologize for our vices,

won't sympathize with other minds,

'cause we are ones truly liberalized.

we hate to look in hindsight and question how or why.

it's often easier to whine and vilify the paradigm

believing we're marginalized,

rather than recognizing that we're unwise.