this smell is survival
but you reek of defeat,
a willing submission to the powers that be.
coming of age, then where am i going?
growing old too quickly, growing cold so quickly.
your resume reads blood red.
streaks of terror fill your eyes.
those dreams were short lived,
this is our battle cry.
your 9-5 rsvp is in,
secure and pacified,
now the plots been realized won't let the good times pass us by,
found it in dudeordie.
we're filling our shoes,
living to be your parents-it's self abuse.
their pipedreams we refuse.
i will call in sick to your professional demise...
you've become a walking job description.
so long.

Lyrics submitted by ellen

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