Blessed with Boredom - The Dali Thundering Concept

Citizen of the free world, slaving all week

Awaiting Saturday night fever to do the freak

And it goes 1, 2, 3 sink in a soothing coma

Bottoms up;

Will all my life be…

Work hard, die bored, modern men do it well

No crown, no spark, in this corpse I’m just a dying cell

Work hard, die bored, modern men do it well

Hopes are scarred;

I’m the pawn that dreamt of ruling citadels

To be a hero, a star, an astronaut, I bought

But I was just compensating

I wanted to smile like the guy of the pasta box

But it was just advertising crap

I’ve seen the true face of metropolis

One hand stabs me while the other one offers me dope

Its third eye shines on my neurosis

I walk amongst the crowd, a zombie, a fucking clone

I had opinions and dreams I lost along the way

For a wife, a kid, a house and a big ass SUV

In suit and tie, I work my long term suicide

I don’t have the guts to fucking fight

Work hard, die bored, modern men do it well

I’m like Superman, life is my kryptonite

Modern men do it fucking well

There isn’t a day without this weight on my shoulders

Without the burden of the crown the kid I was made out of paper

But carnival is over, no more craft or glitter

Projections of my future should have remained in the past

I can’t let go, can’t let go of this mask

I have to change but don’t feel up to the task

I’m falling, I’m drowning in this abundance horn

I have it all and I still want more

If my life is ok why am I miserable?

I’m so fucking miserable

I’m sorry for wasting your world

For a way to wonder, for a crooked offer

I’m sorry

For the wrecking, the oppression, the slaughter

Well fuck you all, I haven’t done any of these horrors

I haven’t done anything but dream of a throne and a scepter

They did it all;

they did it fucking all, I’m just a puppet

I’m just a wireless powerless doll

Is the puppet guilty of the actions of its master?