You say you are braver, superior, smarter, Your pride, ever swollen, has poisoned the air. In fact, you are already deep in the gutter, You've merged with the shades of the earthly despair. Your crave for respect, much more cash, a career, But luck's velvet fingers won't grant you a touch, Your purpose is being in front of the rear, You cannot believe that it costs one too much. The same elevator, the buttons in rows From Monday till Friday. The same boring week. You press button ten: you are taken below - Regarding your dwelling, emotion-sick. You crave for respect and life-long recognition, But rich-colored life is behind your bent back, You don't realize it's a bitter position, You've never considered the change of this track. You say you are braver, superior, smarter, But you are deprived of the pleasure of thought. In fact, you are already deep in the gutter, The look of a shadow is all that you've got.
I suspect you have a very revengeful side to you. As they say, better to get even than forget...or something like that.
This is poetry rather than lyrics, not supposed to be sung. And I am not revengeful, I just stand for justice.
