And with this world I am done
Made to survive boredom on my own.
Told smile and make merry with bumbling fools
And kept from entertainment by idiotic rules.

You would believe your life meant much
Wrapped in ego, esteem, and nonsense like such.
You would see the world from your eyes alone
And from your own views, refuse to roam.

Five universes away, look there, I beseech you
Feel dwarfed by the insignificance born you were born into.
Earth spins on a mobile, a game for the largest child
And we beings are dust; unclean and wild.

Do you see yourself now, inane and useless?
That you would recognize the ridiculous gravity of this.
You mean and are worth nothing at all
On a cosmic spectrum you are infinitesimally small.

What can be done under the weight of inanity?
Nothing at all, live life striving for goals doggedly.
Whisper importance against a mirror by yourself
And not a thing you say will affect a **** thing else.

*This is disillusionment, I beseech you, I beseech
You insist you are free, you are not free.
This is disenchantment, I preach to you, I preach
You tell me you are saved, you are safe
Unaware it's a lie, you speak, you speak.

The ennui leads me to shirk humanity
I'd like to see the world burn, entertain me
Who can I manipulate, pull the strings of puppetry
Count these dots on the ceiling for another eternity.

The ennui's whisper is a striking sledgehammer
"Nothing's wrong and nothing's right," to my saccharine master
A distraction is a religion, a light, a pastor
Find a building, burn it down, if only for laughter.

The ennui's madness, says it can't exist with life
Push me up onto this cliff, close my hand around a knife
Scream fury, bitter anger, over the sound of this strife
And when the rage is exhausted, with ennui I am rife.

The ennui leads me to think of impossible things
I could have an ultimate power that exceeds all living beings
The ennui leads me to write, and sing, and sleep, and think
And not a one of those will shake it, it resides so deep in me.

The ennui is disenchantment, apathy, and callousness.
The ennui is because I could's, both boiled and steeped in it.
The ennui is I don't care to a level never before seen.
The ennui is why bother with this without the will to leave.

Empty homes lined up like clones
On the main road of a Levittown.
Copy-pasted lives and identical drives
Like one town-wide pass me down.

The sun is blazing, children playing;
There's no heat on the asphalt.
The clouds don't move though the people do
But it still seems like time stopped.

The world forgot the town, the city's down
Some two hundred miles to the northeast.
There are no schools, no jobs or rules;
Torn straight from a storybook sheet.

Love and hate together cooperate
Or better yet don't even exist here.
There are no guns, no wealth or slums
And they've never known the concept of fear.

This town is a utopia, a could have, a would of
This town is a maybe, if we'd only tried.
It's pseudo-reality, optimistic ideality
All woven together and kept fresh with lies.