What represents the good life An image so illusive that its hard to be inclusive Yet it’s abused and used, intrusion and illusion Rules for me but not for thee, Words in blood and false romance, Dancing on the graves of trauma last. A fast pass to the last chance to take all of the future stance and bring it past Who am I to want this? Who am I to need this? When we are just complacent We become adjacent to this Good Life Good Life Fuck your Strife Fuck your Strife Who am I to want this? Who am I to need this? When we are just complacent We become adjacent to this Good Life Good Life Fuck your Strife Fuck your Strife What represents the bad life An image so repeated, forcing to believe it Still it’s abused and used, intrusion and illusion Crimes for thee but not for me, Words in cash and rotten means, Tearing up the graves of trauma past. The last change for the easy pass to take the past and make it matter Who am I to want this? Who am I to need this? When we are just complacent We become adjacent to this Good Life Good Life Fuck your Strife Fuck your Strife Good Life Good Life Maybe its the Bad Life Bad Life Bad Life But we don’t care about all the strife.
