Streams of consciousness infuse our souls
Moments of clarity about all we don't know
Yet the Kool-Aid is served and we all take a drink
The elixir that slowly transforms us to sheep
And before you know it we seize to think
For ourselves, on our own
For our dreams, unrealized all turn to stone
and this rock once firmly in our grasp, we toss it away
There's nothing to work for just live for today
I sit and wonder it's not only me
Who refuses to follow them and take that drink
For all that we loved and all that we lost
Is nothing sacred, or it is all for sale and what is the cost?
To waste away in a place like this
To sell ourselves out bit by bit
To fake it through another day
To awaken each morning despising this place
To live and rot on the streets of LA.
The posers, the wannabees and all the freaks
Congregate to come and worship the geek
That poured his heart and soul and flesh and bone
Into a work of art, a thought of his own
They come and go and want to be seen
The slithering opportunistic serpentine.
The poignantly pathetic seeking praise
Who party all night and sleep away the days
Coming up empty again and again
Finally, defeat a life of sin
Once again, for the city a win.