Reanimation For Dummies

What a profound difference between living and simply being alive I could never feel alright living sane I'd much rather be living out of my mind Don't you ever get bored, or are you really that easily amused So apathetic and content without a purpose This is existence desperately confused We'll dream dreams of extraordinary men In extraordinary days And their extraordinary ways Then awaken to our TV screens And praise our fashion queens The wax wings of mediocrity Right underneath our noses they've raised an army of plastic men You might have seen their recruiting posters I WANT YOU! to be more comfortable than you've ever been A life lived with reckless abandon is barbarism, or so they've said Who are they to speak on the matters of living Just look in their eyes and see that they're already dead A more beautiful thing than the American Dream Is a dead man coming back to his senses Don't get me wrong, I'm a patriot too... It's just I've got a strange affinity for burning picket fences I want to go down in flames I want to be the one To thrive on sweat and blood To finish what we've begun I want every breath to scream "My purpose is this" Twelve rounds to knockout I wont be meaningless.