Hating Every Minute

Do intangible waves offer me escape?
I wanna know what it's like on the edge of a knife.
'Cos yesterdays stories have no promises of glory.
I just wanna escape for a minute or two,
So what the fuck am I suppose to do?
Yesterday evening, at the Gangland right across from the (49)bus, another man was put on the ground.
They pulled the trigger, we walk past without a sound.
They fire at will, we kiss as they kill.
We say we do as we want then sit perfectly still.
I guess you could say that I'll never learn, but you won't teach me with third degree burns.
You say "I don't care anymore, this is nothing I ain't heard before"
We sing these songs like they're our own.
It's nothing new, oh yes we know.
They're just the tales from our front door.
When our sugar coated life's a bore.
(Seems like you can even fault a privileged life these days, whatever next?)
Then I was asked what did I learn?
I think I summed it up in these 4 words:
I hated every minute.
I'm cringing while I'm singing.
Maybe no-one will notice and I'll get through this.
Maybe they'll think it's mine that I'm literally inflamed with passion that I contorted into rhyme.
Butthen "THIS JUST IN: The kids are so complacent and they don't even know it yet so they're lashing out so aimlessly at things that aren't even athreat!"
You say "I don't care anymore, I've left my interest at the door"
We sing these songs like they're our own.
It's nothing new, oh yes we know.
They're just the tales from our front door.
When our sugar coated life's a bore.