Anxiety

It's a love song to the self A story recapped every day It's a world of bogus feelings And a world of slow decay It's a world of laughter hidden by this world of fear and torment A game of strange compulsion, our visceral convulsion Anxiety for love of life Anxiety for pain Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man Foundation of society Anxiety Suppress it if you can The caste of coffee-achievers didn't perform like they planned The morning rush hour traffic is our play of false elan So run around your frantic track and lay you down to sleep Tomorrow's the redemption We strive for that exception Anxiety for love of life Anxiety for pain Anxiety, a fear that you have nothing more to gain Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man Foundation of society Anxiety Suppress it if you can What are we angry for? We all need a common cure That common goal for which you strive To have more than the other guy The quest for the truth The quest for the gold We end up all the same The common lie The righteous cry We end up all the same The angry crowd Those lost and found Everybody's all the same The poet's pen These words I lend We all bend to anxiety --- Anxiety - Bad Religion