State of Rebellion

Sit around feeling negated, tired of being told what to do Have to listen to continual hatred, you can count me out What you got to prove? What a way to spend prime time Tell me I don't know In a state of rebellion Too much stuff of my own These tensions kill one's being Rebellion means nothing A wasted life with something to prove A wasted life with something to prove A wasted life, a waste of life A wasted life with nothing to prove Look around, always berated The sick situation at hand All to do is continue complaining What things to cry about Your selfish demands I'm too old to spend my time Concerned about these affairs Had my share of rebellion It got me totally nowhere Aggression solves nothing These tensions kill one's being A wasted life with something to prove A wasted life with something to prove A wasted life, a waste of life A wasted life with nothing to prove There is no detour from the hard road No deviation from the path One has to reach some destination Don't walk around in the dark (in the dark) A wasted life with something to prove A wasted life with something to prove A wasted life, a waste of life A wasted life with nothing to prove A wasted life with nothing to prove