Humdrum, Tumble down deaf and dumb,
An old routine, Stumble 'round bleary eyed with a heavy sigh,
Faded is the sparkling dream. Held down by the weight of their lies.
Things aren't what they once seemed, Deceit wasn't very discreet,
As children we were Kings, Entreat our own dreams to live,
But later bound by iron rings. Only to see how much we'd give.
Superfluous were our struggles, Power fast wasted,
When it became just so comfortable, In our disregard the smiles soon faded,
To sit inside among the rubble. It was easily the worst thing to be hated.
Trussed up in a three piece, The cycle repeats,
How sharp you look as you are torn apart, It's formal to conform,
Where's the joy of the little boy? Normal suicide that we shouldn't abide!