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Lyrics
SKOOCH
It just somehow doesn’t feel right to feel old at twenty-four
Frustrated, disassociated from the world, sittin’, steamin’
At the visions of the ruinin’ of your dreams through the dissolution
Of youth’s illusions -- a gradual slide into conclusions
‘Cuz the jump is held back by what ultimately is realized
To be an idiotic holding onto hope -- reality crushes all
That deny insanity, and I’ve had one too many bad trips to book that
Trip, although at times I still wonder but without the former feeling,
So even the truth of true desperation is eroded into mere
Middle-class anxiety and the shallow, meaningless whimpers
Of an independent mind trapped in mediocrity by itself -- hardly
A worthy subject for true artistic expression; however,
I am who I am made to be, so please excuse
Me if it takes me some time to transcend
CHORUS
I suck
“You suck”
SKOOCH
This is the title of the only book I need for self help:
One Hundred And One Ways To Destroy Yourself
But lacking strength to attempt the attempt is the underminer --
I feel trapped in the design, even though I know the Lord’s not a designer,
But an artist; so possibly such beautifully stupid suffering
Is part of a much greater, more meaningful picture --
I certainly hope so, I just wanna be able to see it; my mind,
I just wanna be able to free it, for my soul’s
Sake; so please excuse me if I don’t return your ritualized greeting
And empty smile with the expected reaction -- I’ve got
No respect for the program, or the programmed;
And my vision reaches far beyond being content; the darkest,
Deepest gorge is the one between the potential and the story of how your life
Went
Subtract the latter from the former and ask yourself where the remainder went
CHORUS
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