Mongolian Nomad

Saying trading it all for Rock 'n Roll
And dead serious
these mundanities of 9 to 5-ities and HMO health plan-ities
and beauracracies

limited versions of so-called families and no flexibility
and idiodacy friends who stab you once twice three times
not out of spite, but sheer airheaded careless-ness
like leaving the door of your house open so everyone can steal your things
what's really going on bitches?
grow the fuck up

peeling off layer by layer, one by one
I swear one day it will all be gone
it's already almost all gone

and I never really wanted to go there
but comfort and effort for nice things and nice skin
bank accounts and medical plans, I was the only one, everywhere
but the sheer meaness I feel it 'cuz it still spurs
and all the tears I spent on it
little reminders over the years
12 long years

of building something I didn't really believe in
in the end
because it wasn't what it was meant to be
and things aren't always as they seem or as you want them to be

Slowly I won't care anymore
Slowly I won't eat anymore
Slowly I won't itch, cry, breathe, live
So, just fucking let it go, and let it be

In the midst of all this hard work and rain
there is a light and pangs of pain

it comes and goes in waves
and then i remember things like emptiness
and obsession and posession
which scare the living daylights out of me

and i remember it's the freedom i have only
time to gain