John Reuben Album: The Boy vs. The Cynic Track: Chapter I
Chapter I Lyrics
The boy versus the cynic Chapter 1, page 1 I'll start from the top
I'll embrace dreams again when I can breath again And at that point I won't be needing them It became clear to me that I was fighting a war I couldn't win You don't make it on your own merit Only royalty inherits the kingdom And that's a system good intentions can't help
Your courage is not good here, so don't try to excel What a sad day when you realize nothing can change The revolution didn't leave you, it never came There will be no parades, no royal balls Just long days, topped off with last calls for alcohol Go to sleep, wake up and repeat the same routine Smooth skin dressed with wrinkles and brown eyes with dark rings
And entertainers sing of extremes that don't exist for you and me When real life is reality TV No wonder our youth don't believe in anything, it's all a joke There are no heroes, just those of us with high hopes
It's just not that simple I'm not trying to save it all I just wanna create a ripple And even if one individual is affected It's monumental with an unusual perspective It's beautiful in essence Traditional thinking won't suggest this Is life really that precious? Well yes it is
There will be no celebrations or congratulations No pat on the back, just your mind in tact And the freedom to feel your heart beat at the speed of life Go to sleep tonight knowing you did it right And rest easy outside of a system that resents you For not doing what they expect you to do
Psychologically wear you down Then make the suggestion That you get on a prescription to deal with your depression Anxious, lazy, temper mental, obese That's what moneymakers like to call a disease And they'll be looking for or creating new problems With profitable solutions to solve them But you won't get any better You'll just come back for more Until your medicine drawer is filled with unreliable cures
And that's the way of the beast I can't do nothing about it I could shout it in a room that's crouded But I doubt it'd make a difference So ignorance will be my disguise
'Cause twenty first century America likes its witchcraft civilized 'Cause twenty first century America likes its witchcraft civilized
