These Happy Golden Years
life's so confusing anymore
my friends are all leaving me
but i look around at the world
and see the things that weren't meant to be:
kids living on the streets with no parents
teenagers forced to succumb to the pressure of their peers
homeless families stealing just to survive
aren't these supposed to be the "golden years"?
our primes are cut short and made bitter
by the prejudicial hate we carry day to day
we can't stand to have a president that's black
yet we say we're open to every race
our minds are filled with rubbish and force-fed lies
we swallow their hypocrisy like pills.
with ease we slip into our robotic programming
and worry only about paying the bills
with no care or thought to those less fortunate
to those not so lucky to have a home
to those who are left wondering "why?"
to those who spend much of their lives alone
we pay no mind to those who can't stand to exist
to those who are so broken and consumed by hate
to those who scrape their loved one's remains from the ceiling
was this meant to be, frozen in the hands of fate?
these were made to be the greatest days of our lives
these times weren't meant to cause all these tears.
can we go back to where there was meaning
to the phrase: "these happy golden years?"
my friends are all leaving me
but i look around at the world
and see the things that weren't meant to be:
kids living on the streets with no parents
teenagers forced to succumb to the pressure of their peers
homeless families stealing just to survive
aren't these supposed to be the "golden years"?
our primes are cut short and made bitter
by the prejudicial hate we carry day to day
we can't stand to have a president that's black
yet we say we're open to every race
our minds are filled with rubbish and force-fed lies
we swallow their hypocrisy like pills.
with ease we slip into our robotic programming
and worry only about paying the bills
with no care or thought to those less fortunate
to those not so lucky to have a home
to those who are left wondering "why?"
to those who spend much of their lives alone
we pay no mind to those who can't stand to exist
to those who are so broken and consumed by hate
to those who scrape their loved one's remains from the ceiling
was this meant to be, frozen in the hands of fate?
these were made to be the greatest days of our lives
these times weren't meant to cause all these tears.
can we go back to where there was meaning
to the phrase: "these happy golden years?"