Crywank Are Posers Paroles

I can have beliefs and I can
wear them on my sleeve but
I will do nothing about them just
stay in an look at screens.
This life spent basking in the blue light.

I can speak of change
but in the end I feel ashamed
because although I can explain
I do not act on what I say
A waste of time is hearing what is on my mind.

Mind, active trapped inside a stationary body.
Down and out, I feel a constant sense of waiting.

Pious reflections on thing I have only just come to understand,
Riotious hypocricy bubbling from the lips of a lazy young man.


(Thanks to Just_a_snail for these lyrics)