The Reality Star's Lament
And all at once the notion came
That they're all just jaded players in the game
An artifice of rushing youth
You never got what you wanted
A premise sown with seeds of doubt
Makes a whisper of a scream and of a shout
And empty vessels make most noise
Like broken toys, fit for nothing
Do you feel the drum of age
Beating time upon your breast
In your own imagined cage
Finding ways to feel oppressed
A thousand fortunes cannot tame
The fickle flare of fashion's flame
And when the hollow lens of fame moves on
What then. What then?
Do you feel the march of youth
Playing slow and out of key
Now it's time to tell the truth
All together sing with me
Mediocrity is mine!
And I will always toe the line
Rebellion's child is soundly sleeping
Integrity is for the blind
Feeling nothing feels just fine
When souls are sold it's for the keeping
The vacant inclination to upstage
Is the paymaster of neverending wage
Without joy and without rage
A bloodless shill
A blaring silence
Do you feel the march of youth
Playing slow and out of key
Now it's time to tell the truth
All together sing with me
Mediocrity is mine!
And I will always toe the line
Rebellion's child is soundly sleeping
Integrity is for the blind
Feeling nothing feels just fine
When souls are sold it's for the keeping
That they're all just jaded players in the game
An artifice of rushing youth
You never got what you wanted
A premise sown with seeds of doubt
Makes a whisper of a scream and of a shout
And empty vessels make most noise
Like broken toys, fit for nothing
Do you feel the drum of age
Beating time upon your breast
In your own imagined cage
Finding ways to feel oppressed
A thousand fortunes cannot tame
The fickle flare of fashion's flame
And when the hollow lens of fame moves on
What then. What then?
Do you feel the march of youth
Playing slow and out of key
Now it's time to tell the truth
All together sing with me
Mediocrity is mine!
And I will always toe the line
Rebellion's child is soundly sleeping
Integrity is for the blind
Feeling nothing feels just fine
When souls are sold it's for the keeping
The vacant inclination to upstage
Is the paymaster of neverending wage
Without joy and without rage
A bloodless shill
A blaring silence
Do you feel the march of youth
Playing slow and out of key
Now it's time to tell the truth
All together sing with me
Mediocrity is mine!
And I will always toe the line
Rebellion's child is soundly sleeping
Integrity is for the blind
Feeling nothing feels just fine
When souls are sold it's for the keeping
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