The Shreds

Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older?
We wouldn’t have to wait so long for this to be over
Well I’m starting to feel like a soldier
I can’t remember what I’m fighting for

Are you searching for meaning?
Stop
You’re wasting your time
You can dig through the shit looking for it
But there’s nothing to find
I’m not trying to be negative
I’m just positive nothing good can last
I’m the eternal optimist
But my glass is half-full of broken glass

So wouldn’t it be nice if we were older?
We wouldn’t have to wait so long for this to be over
Wеll I’m starting to feel like a soldier
I can’t remеmber what we’re fighting for

Are you longing for purpose?
Stop
You’re out of your mind
You’ve been doomed since you were ripped from the womb
In the same sterile room you go to when you die
Am I dragging you down?
Am I bumming you out?
Man, I’m just being real
I’m an agent for truth and barely breathing proof
That you’re only as young as you feel

But wouldn’t it be nice if we were older?
We wouldn’t have to wait so long for this to be over
And lately I feel like a soldier
I can’t remember my life before war

And I don’t want to fight anymore

You can try to make peace
It’ll shatter to pieces
You can cling to beliefs
But they’ll crumble in your hands
You can start over clean
But here’s how it ends
If you go and get your hopes up
They’ll be coming down in shreds

Because God is a fiction created by hypocrites
Sold to the gullible, weak-minded idiots
Love is a cancer that feeds off of innocence
Everything fun is a deadly carcinogen

Where’s everyone going?