just living is a rebellion the singing and the screaming collide into one each day I work for someone who I do not know I give them money every day because we all have to pay just for living the composer turns his hand he asks for us to stand and we do as the sitter is exiled and the new rules are filed we look to the stars a world in denial to freedom who’s your father beg for martyrs because we all do nothing at all like hermits in a shell inside the cage we walk the streets and work the wage circles of beings and tireless days of occurrences with brand new acquaintances living just the way they were yesterday giving everything to someone above us equality irrelevant I don’t like the smell of it something’s gone cold we all grow old let us all blossom the way we desire be the pet’s owner that sets the pet free look in the eyes of a soul and let it be we will surely be thankful for all the degrees a smile and laughter will come from beneath take off your role throw in your sheets uncover your lost soul find what you need powerless fusion of hope grind your teeth down do what you please no stress over spilt milk we are the meek don’t open your mouth simply to speak say something worthwhile or silence indeed waking on pillows justice to sleep with a head so heavy that it is light and a dance so quick that it goes something like rapid melodies drifting into a time a time that is new something that’s right with wishful thinking you gain delight but think or think not I know what I don’t want to know it fairs me well while you fancy the rest the drill is in the ground just close your eyes don’t make a sound give out a smile come hang around because just living is a rebellion each day I work for someone I don’t even know I still walk with my feet for now even though