victim of circumstance

three minutes worth

heavy is the head that wears the crown
can't take the responsibility
so why don't we all just fuck authority

who's to say what is and what's not
let's just enjoy all that we've got
pick that path and take that lot

it's not all right and not okay
where's superman to save the day
sometimes we need order to break through the way

chaos reigns and rules supreme
no light to follow, no guiding beam
we're slowly ripping apart at the seams

an internal combustion of the mind
mass explosions are not hard to find
can't deal with anymore of that kind

why do you think it kind when it comes so naturally
what you seem to be, be really
it's not a bad thing to be homeward bound