The Vast Dreams Of Simple Minds

Born to walk this beaten path,
That has run us into the ground.
Thick skin and strong liquids,
Wont kill the awkward tensions,

Concerning reality versus your faade.
This meaningless acquaintance,
Has been drawn out far too long.

To see the world in shades of grey,
Seems to be another burden to carry.

You run from honesty like a fucking disease.
Twist and mangle words to suit your selfish needs.
I hold a hand out in hopes to get along,
But youre more concerned with,
The politics of your three chord punk rock song.

All these half-hearted ideals wont be my burden.

And when all is said and done,
Youre on your own,
Youre on your own

Close-mindedness and apathy,
The killers of creativity,
Wont be the death of me.

This town wont suck us in,
Its time to sink or swim.
Nothing which we strive for,
Is out of our grasp.

You alone control your fate,
To stare in the mirror of yesterday.
We wont be the ones,
To stand and wait.
We wont stand and wait.