Joy of Missing Out

My body is a temple
That I insist in destroy
I worship this temple
With fragments of false rewards
Promises of a future I ignore

My compliance is a sample
A broken glass fueled with void
I stare at this sample
With hypocrisy, a full bodyguard
Bright lens of an empty schadenfreude

So self assured
Ignorant to the inner core
I want more
Give me more, give me more, give me more
More, more, more

My denial is a symptom
A funhouse mirror of the world outside
I forget this symptom
Could enlarge so much, it would eat my pride
And still be hungry for all the glow that I evoked

So self assured
Ignorant to the inner core
I want more
Give me more, give me more, give me more

So self assured
Ignorant to the inner core
I want more
Give me more, give me more, give me more
More, more, more

So set up your alarm clock
To the doomsday hour where our feelings will be exposed
And bring up your hunter knives, chant a battle cry
May today we find our hope

We can’t set sail to the Sun
Our ships are stranded in the mud
We’re drowning in a sea of debts and plans undone
And our houses are full of mold
And our patience is growing cold
And we start to realize that something’s wrong with us all as a whole
We can’t deny that
We try to fight that
As we are trapped in a corner
Trained rats of entertainment
Chasing treacherous shiny daemons on our way to dust