Ivy, poison barbs
Ringing a bell, a deaf tone
Shopping for applause

Where are we headed?
What is our plan?
How can we guide a place
Built off of hate and greed?
Why are you trying?
What can be done?
How come you have no answers
To my questions?
What can you see?
How has that gleam not died?
How do you still have dreams?
Are you preparing for a scheme?
To keep us from dying?
Are we a team
Or are we just your self-esteem?

Winner's remorse, chase
Compromise wins the war, me?
The battle, a piece

Sounds less like bragging
Looking for approval ratings?
Screaming about your cars, guitars
Yelling to the world
"I am someone! Look at my accomplishments!"
You've never been admonished
Truly astonished
Not by your fame, but your lack of a conscience
Survival of the strongest doesn't apply to fame
The more you obtain, the less you have to gain
More pain, more strain
Those who look from below wish they could be near you
Those who look from above think of ways to misuse you
Me, I sit, watching you race
So tell me, tell me why
Why do you keep up this pace
When all it does is contort your face?

How long will it take
For straying from the mainstream
To cause a downpour?
Rivaling a revelry
Turning from inspiration
A greater nation
Built from breaking tradition
Just to be put back in cages
Part of a group
To compensate
For being alone
Today, punk is popular
Tomorrow, pop is putrid
We are moving along
Just to come back home

Roses red, overflow
Double entendre, conjoined
In blood or desire?

Hit the age
Of a broken page
Reminding me of my cage
All I live for is a wage
Trapped in a stone age, enraged
Never quite engaged since I was teenage
Years progress but the time is hard to gauge
Not quite a sage, not quite upstaged
Yelling offstage in an outrage
Lost and encaged