I'm sick of experts; I'm sick of being told what to feel; I'm sick of a flickering box telling me what I need; I'm sick of an entire generation raised by the tube; I'm sick of repression; I'm sick of the modern, the shock of the new; I'm sick of twitter; FUCK FACEBOOK!; I'm sick of being in touch; I'm sick of the lack of loneliness; I'm sick of trendy shit; I'm sick of what they call man; I'M SICK OF UFC!!!; I'm sick of bad music; I'm sick of worse movies; I'm sick of money; I'm sick of shortcomings; I'm sick of failing; I'm sick of assumptions; I'm sick of not writing; I'm sick of not doing; I'm sick of no principles; I'm sick of no standards; I'm sick of people taking offense.

I'm still angry but that is all for now.

Welcome to this World

Oh, welcome to this world of fools
Of pink champagne and swimming pools
Well, all you have to lose is your virginity
Perhaps we'll have some fun tonight
So stick around and take a bite of life
We don't need feebleness in this proximity

Ask good MacDuff and Donalbain, so many good ideas are slain
By those who would dare not step out of line
But if I have my way tonight and chances are I think I might-
I'll turn those sour minds to grapes of wine

Welcome to this world

Don't judge the boy by what you hear
The words are heard beyond the ear
The heart and mind are focus for this conversation
But be abound in mystery for that so much you do to me
For there are those who drown in adulation

Welcome to this world

If I had a dime for each time that I heard them preach
Well I'd have wicked thoughts upon my brain