NORMAL PEOPLE

What do normal people do? I wish to hell that I knew
All the chemicals I ingest to excess, I need to give it a rest
The new year is the test, I will try my very best
To resist and desist, all the reality I've missed
Conviction comes from within, but I don't know where to begin
I been playing a game of roulette that nobody can win
Each day is the same, I've got a trunk full of shame
The road is headed for a desolate destination
If I persist in walking in this dangerous direction
It's a simple matter of mathematics and deduction

They say nice guys finish last, it's been the story of my past
It's little wonder I've head down this path of self destruction
Another blast from the past, I can't find any satisfaction
These sensations never last, it's a matter empirical reduction

Where do normal people go, I've got nothing to show
For all of my efforts, my life is like a desert - barren
I can't decide what to do with myself, too many books upon the shelf
So many lies fed to us by the fascist authorities
It's little wonder I try to escape, to preserve my sanity
I'd like to take some politician's out, that's my fantasy
You simply can't comprehend the indignation inside of me
I'll admit it, I'm an addict, give me anything and I'll take it
This self-abuse defies all logic, when I'm stoned I don't fake it
There's are dead bodies in my attic, when will I finally make it?

They say nice guys finish last, it's been the story of my past
It's little wonder I've head down this path of self destruction
Another blast from the past, I can't find any satisfaction
These sensations never last, it's a matter empirical reduction

Do normal people feel at all, or have they put up high walls
Too busy hanging out in shopping malls, they don't care about truth any more
The horrific violence on the screen is met with ambivalence and moral silence
All they care about is to be seen wearing the latest fashions, their reliance...
On superficiality is insufferable for me and makes me bitter and angry
Why can't they see that they are all characters in a silent movie
Called CCTV every time they go into the city, they will never be free
They are unaware of their real enemies, believe them to be you and me
Without the faculty of critical thinking, they succumb to the logic of competition
As they keep on consuming what they don't need and looking for new sensations

They say nice guys finish last, it's been the story of my past
It's little wonder I've head down this path of self destruction
Another blast from the past, I can't find any satisfaction
These sensations never last, it's a matter empirical reduction