Jaded Mantra

Living attached to the echos of a 1990's mantra
"Why Care"
Inundated in consumerism
Longing to detach from the soul
Since infancy
Never deserving to live thousands of years like the men of old
In a cigarette society
Live fast and absurdly destructive
Vastly obscure- comforting
Ambition drives the mortal body to unforetold magic
by men of old
The kingdom of death built
Treacherous, if granted more years

The musician is kept sad and detached
Sorrow without reason
Swimming in stagnant shallow pools of unforgiven tears
Swimming? No, floating
Pinned beneath countless warm bodies
The type of warmth evoking vomit
The musician is kept sad and cold
What is he singing of?
Is it a past relationship, his label, his friends, his lover…
They keep his words pained
It should have grown old

What a horrendous glimpse of the future
For the men of old
Teenagers angst is beautiful and wrong
Society lost her teeth long ago
Fighting and change- constant penetration
Left her numb and cold
She will let her teenage children take their lives
As they echo that ancient 1990's mantra
"Why Care"
Ribbons of truth are too permanent
For the young mortal body
Too resounding for the immortal soul