It is slavery not success to live by “mature” society’s standards of accomplishment. “Loser” “misfit” “fuck-up” – those are their terms, not ours. Not wanting what they want—to go to school, make a lot of money, get married just the perfect once, have children, settle down, quiet down, work work work—does not mean that you’re “losing” at anything. It is an empty game, one with no reward but its own indefinite continuance. Retirement is dangled in front of their faces as motivation, an imaginary paradise that they will more than likely never reach. It is a quiet machine that absorbs and adapts each new cog it finds. My family has worked their whole lives—they are working to the bone still—and all they have to show for it is the same proud but hopeless sighs of determination, spurred on by the empty promise that one day, if you earn it, life will be easy. All that human energy is going to waste running in circles, when it could be moving forward. And every day it is that same silent machine that forces us further from ourselves and closer to the abyss. So fuck the game, I’m not playing. In the end you die and that’s it, so why run to the red light? Why not enjoy life as much as possible while you can? And if that means hopping careers or never having one, having multiple lovers or none, trying everything or nothing—so be it. Fuck their morals and judgments. Find your own path.
lyrics
To young to feel this old
Pressure, no fucking reward
Embrace the chains, just fitting in, accepting the social rules
I can’t do that, not today, not going to dress up, I won’t behave
Won’t stop, not listening to you
Fuck the standard; don’t fit in, too much time, not enough life
Where’s it spent? Where’s it go? Trivial Pursuits
Resist at first, then you fall in,
change for someone, play the sick game
To fucking young, can’t enjoy it, something’s wrong
Won’t play the game. I guess I’m boring. I lost my faith in humanity
Too fucking young to work away the best of your days
Working away till the last, with nothing to show for it
At this age everything confirms my thoughts of youth
We’re living in a violent slave society and I don’t want a part
The strangle hold of this life is starting into a reality
One I’m not ready for; I’ll be a kid forever against society
Too young, no rules, no morals, no obligations. I’m not gonna play.
They’re pushing me to be old; I’m in the fight to stay
Fuck the trivial pursuits, I have no interest in the game
As I get older, I feel my friends slipping away
They are fitting in, making it happen, growing up
But I don’t want to play, not their way
Too fucking young, too fucking young, fuck adults
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