The Ills of Modern Man
"The Ills of Modern Man"
I have had it easy for most of my life
Adulthood has brought me a series of complications
Swallow these nails, turn away
I must not look back
The ills of modern man
Are much larger than my own personal battles
It feels like I have been fighting for nothing
The ills of modern man
Are much larger than my own personal battles
I have been too caught up in this crying game and I want out
I am sick of hearing myself whine
Drink this wine and choke
Here I am, still screaming away the same problems
That have fuelled this engine for years
I have bathed the faceless in a cesspool filled with my own tears
The ills of modern man
Are much larger than my own personal battles
The ills of modern man
Are much larger than my own personal battles
I have been too caught up in this crying game, I quit
Deep down there is shade in all of us, but there is also luminosity
My flaws have now been exposed by its brightness
The ills of modern man
Are much larger than my own personal battles
It feels like I have been fighting for nothing
The ills of modern man
I have been too caught up in this crying game and I want out
Merci
Merci
I have had it easy for most of my life
Adulthood has brought me a series of complications
Swallow these nails, turn away
I must not look back
The ills of modern man
Are much larger than my own personal battles
It feels like I have been fighting for nothing
The ills of modern man
Are much larger than my own personal battles
I have been too caught up in this crying game and I want out
I am sick of hearing myself whine
Drink this wine and choke
Here I am, still screaming away the same problems
That have fuelled this engine for years
I have bathed the faceless in a cesspool filled with my own tears
The ills of modern man
Are much larger than my own personal battles
The ills of modern man
Are much larger than my own personal battles
I have been too caught up in this crying game, I quit
Deep down there is shade in all of us, but there is also luminosity
My flaws have now been exposed by its brightness
The ills of modern man
Are much larger than my own personal battles
It feels like I have been fighting for nothing
The ills of modern man
I have been too caught up in this crying game and I want out
Merci
Merci
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Jarrin, Alexandre Erian, Alexandre Pelletier
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