it gets harder and harder
the time flies by
everything has turned to wrinkles
i want to break down and cry

no more slacking off
the thing i do best
my heart is raising
almost completely driven out of my chest

theres always terrible news
my mother has lost her pride
in the thing thats burning
on the inside

of me, me.
thats all there's left
you turn a corner
the site of murder and theft

why is the world
so proud to take hold
of the disasters they create
so strong, so bold

killing innocently
war in afghanistan
how can it be, that the world has come to be
man against man?

really, the war is brought upon yourself
theres one simple choice
every single person
has there own voice

stand up for what you beleive
never back down
americas just too lazy
the kings have lost there crown

whats next,
the aliens will turn on us?
nice going U.S.
our nation has turned to dust

theres no such thing as perfect
is that so hard to beleive?
starting war and ending it
is supposed to help us succeed?

i don't know how anyone,
could ever live like this
i guess youd have to live the life
of the person whose never been missed.