Magna Cum Laude

I've got a pretty piece of paper

Sealed in tempered glass

Hanging on my wall

They told me it was a ticket

On a one way road to success

They told it was a guarantee

But what they didn't tell me:

It was a guarantee

For a life spent slaving for my own greed

Cause it's really just a cog in a machine

That's killing my mother

Just a bullet in a gun pointed straight at my father

Just a fucking collar i get to wear

And you expect me to live like this?

Til' i break my will to see another way

Til' i'm tired, broken and empty just like them

How do i tell them their entire lives were wasted?

Stolen from them by habit and routine

Perpetuated by their desire to breed

In the end am i just a tool

Just a part of their machine?

Now i'm staring at my reflection

And i don't know whether to feel proud or disgusted

And you expect me to live like this:

An old and broken man who said his piece

Who threw out the truth and let it die in the streets

Lived a life that he didn't want

Loved a wife that he'd rather have not

Keeping himself company between worn and weathered sheets

A model constructed to copy and follow

Prescribed lies coated, fucking easy to swallow

Degrees of happiness like shades of gray

Never living a life just filling a series of days

And you expect me to live like this?

And you expect me to live like this?

And you expect me to live like this.