It's A Love Song To The Self

A Story Recapped Every Day

It's A World Of Bogus Feelings

And A World Of Slow Decay

It's A World Of Laughter Hidden By This World Of Fear And Torment

A Game Of Strange Compulsion, Our Visceral Convulsion



Anxiety For Love Of Life

Anxiety For Pain

Anxiety, A Feeling That You Know You Can't Contain

Anxiety Destroys Us But It Drives The Common Man

Foundation Of Society

Anxiety

Suppress It If You Can



The Caste Of Coffee-achievers Didn't Perform Like They Planned

The Morning Rush Hour Traffic Is Our Play Of False Elan

So Run Around Your Frantic Track And Lay You Down To Sleep

Tomorrow's The Redemption

We Strive For That Exception



Anxiety For Love Of Life

Anxiety For Pain

Anxiety, A Fear That You Have Nothing More To Gain

Anxiety Destroys Us But It Drives The Common Man

Foundation Of Society

Anxiety

Suppress It If You Can



What Are We Angry For?

We All Need A Common Cure

That Common Goal For Which You Strive

To Have More Than The Other Guy



The Quest For The Truth

The Quest For The Gold

We End Up All The Same

The Common Lie

The Righteous Cry

We End Up All The Same

The Angry Crowd

Those Lost And Found

Everybody's All The Same

The Poet's Pen

These Words I Lend

We All Bend To Anxiety