State of Rebellion - Prong

Sit around feeling negated, tired of being told what to do

Have to listen to continual hatred, you can count me out

What you got to prove?

What a way to spend prime time

Tell me I don’t know

In a state of rebellion

Too much stuff of my own

These tensions kill one’s being

Rebellion means nothing

A wasted life with something to prove

A wasted life with something to prove

A wasted life, a waste of life

A wasted life with nothing to prove

Look around, always berated

The sick situation at hand

All to do is continue complaining

What things to cry about

Your selfish demands

I’m too old to spend my time

Concerned about these affairs

Had my share of rebellion

It got me totally nowhere

Aggression solves nothing

These tensions kill one’s being

A wasted life with something to prove

A wasted life with something to prove

A wasted life, a waste of life

A wasted life with nothing to prove

There is no detour from the hard road

No deviation from the path

One has to reach some destination

Don’t walk around in the dark (in the dark)

A wasted life with something to prove

A wasted life with something to prove

A wasted life, a waste of life

A wasted life with nothing to prove

A wasted life with nothing to prove