The Colorless Rebellion

The documents were signed
Now our lives are underlined
Be good, be well, be kind
And always pay your debts
I'm feeling manic every day
Until it all comes crashing down
This new world that is all around
And in it I am bound with barbed wire
I'm trying my best just to play the part
Of the husband who loves his job
Not the one who's breathing hard
As the panic attacks set in
And everything I knew, was gone without a shot
With no plan, no map, no arc
No inkling of where to go, or who I am anymore

I have to think about these things now
And it's a personal hell, believe me
And I'm not so sure, I'll ever think again
To go where I've gone before

Sway back and forth and never choose
What really matters to you
Until twenty years have passed
And you're still without a clue
Of what to do with your life
Should have tried while you had time
Some impressionable textbook life
Conditioned by the system

Hey you, on that stage
With that cross to bear
To wear as fashion on your sleeve

Hey you, on that stage
With your six string in tow
On a screen for all the world

Hey you, on that stage
With your part to play
To escape from yourself

Hey you, on that stage
With those thorns upon your head
Those horns upon your head

Not anymore, not anymore
I have to think about these things now
And it's a personal hell, believe me
I wish that I could support a better life
For us to share

But I'm not undone
I'm not hanging it up just yet
No, I'm not undone
I'm not hanging it up just yet