Work hard. More degrees, more success No time for rest, do your best.
Always anxious about school.
But don't you love to learn? I guess that's true but instead of feeling engaged I'm feeling more blue No longer is it about broadening your mind now it's about the endless grade grind.
You're only worth something if your grades are great Keep working hard, leisure can wait Do your masters, be grateful for education Wait.
Who's to say I want more education? Who's to say that more wealth equals more happiness?
We've become a generation bred for success be grateful for your opportunities when your parents had less. Denying university? How ungrateful can you be? I've worked so hard for you You're supposed to impress me.
We've forgotten. Nobody wants to starve, or miss paying rent But happiness is not cultivated By more dollars spent We spend our lives at work Chasing more and more Family and friends are turned into a chore.
If this is the price of success, count me out. I crave connection and belonging I need others without a doubt. Let's turn off the technology, and reflect on our paths Unless we start connecting Discontentment will unleash its wrath
They forget pain, forget sorrow, Then live in the dark, pluck hairs, For that perfect look of tomorrow, They sick their dog on the poor, the immigrant, The downtrodden, the scapegoated. They give no Honest time to what the less fortunate have in store, They continue to work themselves for many an hour, Pick up where they left off happy and content, That all who oppose them will lose any help In bringing them down from their cloud of power, Then they take whatever they were after, laugh, Chop off any hand or cut off that which "offends," That stands in the way and slows them down, They will get what they are after and be the Most "handy helpers" helping themselves around.