I'm tired of living but not being alive. Tired of being driven rather than being the one to drive. Tired of being the one who will always despise a society of crooks filled with white lies, telling tales taller than Georgia pines. Looking in my eyes trying to make me compromise my 40 acres for some imaginary prize. My repirations masked in a phony disguise. My freedom hidden behind enemy lines. My fellow folks like the three mice being blind. A backbonless generation without a spine. All they crave is flash-in-the-pan shine. Seem to have forgotten the words that were suppose to inspire. A state of unity in this babylonious nature is all I desire. Been fighting so hard, I'm down to the wire... but all I getting... is tired.