Lyrics: Suburban Plight. Shopping Cart Suicide. Champions Of Mediocrity.

Its cold inside my mind
Winter has arrived
All the trees are dead outside
And all that I have with me
Is this heaping plate of apathy
To keep me warm inside

When all we have to hold on to
Is knowledge that the world is more fucked up than me or you
And if that isn't good enough and its not but life is tough
Pull your head down and push through

The voices they call out to me
Retelling oral histories
Failures in disguise
So eat the insides out of me
I am no more than what you see
Lacking any pride

When all we have to hold on to
Is knowledge that the world is more fucked up than me or you
And if that isn't good enough and its not but life is tough
Pull your head down and push through

The world was young when lady light
Bowed out graciously into the night
So long ago men lost their way
Shortly after we left our caves
We're bleeding out just to survive
Hollowed and carved our image lies
Before the altars we have made
Free will was never a fair trade

I am neither here nor there
Simple truth is I just don't care
Floating further down insanity
Its the only victory left
For one like me