The Wasting Land

Forcefed a diet of psychobabble
Comedian parodies at my expense
Suppress my anger with a veil of complacency
I drown the sorrows, I count the days

I wish I knew what I knew then
I was so much older, I’m younger now
I am the addiction, the anaesthetic
The apathetic conduit of my own fate

I drink the poison of the working classes down
If life was an ocean I would drown
I would drown

In the wasting land
The wasting land of home

Don’t pity me, I built the house
Don’t reject me, I built the house, I will smash it down
Erase it from the face of THE WASTING LAND

I was born in a public house
With the sun on the right and the mirror on the left
Taught to believe in two seperate tongues
With the fire of the dragon, the cross of St. George

I did not make the choice the choice was made for me
If life is so precious why do I waste it?
Why do I waste it?

In the wasting land
The wasting land of home

Don’t pity me, I built the house
Don’t reject me, I built the house, I will smash it down
Erase it from the face of THE WASTING LAND