Musician
Written by Seth Billyard.
Will I ever earn enough money to retire?
I doubt it if I cut the shit I know I’m a liar
When I say this 9 to 5 is helping to keep me alive
Every day I go to work is suicide on the inside
When I was young and stupid I knew that I could make it
But payin’ bills and counting change I admit has taken a toll
Six days a week I think I’m headin’ for a breakdown
And one day isn’t long enough to plan a good escape
And every everyone else is so happy
They drank the koolaid and they’re happy
But I just can’t stand the taste
Will I ever stand in my own yard again
Without the neighbors lookin’ at me sayin “What’s wrong with him?”
Will I ever have the freedom to take a day off
Without worrying I’m gonna get in trouble with the boss?
When I was young and selfish at least I wasn’t heartless
I tell myself I sacrifice so I won’t ever starve
Those years playin guitar thinkin’ I would be a star
I gave it all away for an apartment and a car
And every everyone else is so happy
They drank the koolaid and they’re happy
But I just can’t stand the taste
Because the koolaid is a lie they’re all dead on the inside like me
With hollow eyes their voices are just muted screams
I notice every single time they mention their dead dreams
When did we become a nation of zombies?
Will there be a day I forgive all my mistakes
I let down the little kid that had to grow up to be me
And late late at night you know I’m always awake
I live a nightmare life cause I gave all my dreams away
And every everyone else is so happy
They drank the koolaid and they’re happy
But I just can’t stand the taste
Because the koolaid is a lie they’re all dead on the inside like me
With hollow eyes their voices are just muted screams
I notice every single time they mention their dead dreams
When did we become a nation of zombies?
It’s a lie they’re all dead on the inside like me
With hollow eyes their voices are just muted screams
I notice every single time they mention their dead dreams
When did we become a nation of zombies?
Seth Billyard 