Static

Have you ever raised above the static in your head And wondered Am I really alive or living dead For fear to tread Of going to bed And reciting prayer's In ever increasing realms of despair Doth anyone care That life is not fair And the cross for whom to bear Is those at whom we stare In derision and quiet contrition While nothing changes Waiting for angels We buy our answers In well marketed shinny parcels Going out tonight I know I will see no end in sight Of modern delight Where being polite Is so contrite But if i do not try Am I not perpetuating the lie That the static in my head Is both alive and dead