i was so heavy, now i'm weightless
but i wasn't ready to be inflated
i'm surrounded by greatness
trained to see in 3D, polished stainless
this colorful chaos
different shades of pretension i lost
is not a place where hard work pays off
that's why i presume we're doing it wrong
you would tell us if we're going down
you would tell us, wouldn't you?
you would tell us if we were doing it wrong
otherwise i don't think we'd know what to do
humbled by the like minds' submissiveness
a city full of talent turning into this shit
is this resentment or is this bliss?
does it get any better than this?
these may be the best times of our lives
counting our pennies just to survive
supposed to be a place where like minds thrive
if we're going down, i don't think we really mind
this is a place i soon plan on leaving
there's this crutch that these fools insist on believing
god, if you're more than you insist on being
shine light on something other than what i'm seeing
why don't you kill this colorful machine?
decorative by its own will
alive but not buoyantly
moving but not voyaging
some of us may find ourselves complacent
happy may be an overstatement
a condition of uncertainty
commonplace to kill or be killed