Realization Hits - Bent Shapes

We are social climbers, dead to rights

But with a crippling fear of heights

Rung by rung we come undone

And take ourselves down a notch or five

We are only human beings

Taught to want what we all want:

The chance to monetize the things we love

Reduce a passion to a job

I vote

«all guts, no glory»

Till forever or whenever things get boring, 'cause

I believe in underachieving

As a systematic tactic to preserve your freedom

This can’t be what we’re for;

Believe they need you more

Yes, we know 'next best'

It only tends to mean 'more dangerous'--

Those who won’t do what they’re told

Those prone to throwing stones at the hornets' nest

Conscripted into culture wars

Fought proxy-to-proxy on the venue floor

Talk is cheap and no one seems to care anymore

What you did or didn’t say you signed up for

We’re chasing oblivion

Failure’s never been this fun

Pick your battles, then your friends.î

ÌYou'll never work in this town again.î

Well, if they hedge their bets on those empty threats

You can break it down for them:

No gods, no master’s degree

A life full of disasters yet to happen to me

All guts, no glory

Keeps me from being self-congratulatory

Failure’s never been as fun

As when you’re chasing oblivion

And you know we’ll never quit

Singing realization hits