It's a love song to the self, a story recapped every day,
It's a world of bogus feelings and a world of slow decay,
It's a world of laughter hidden by this world of fear and torment,
It's a game of strange compulsion, our visceral convulsion:
Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain,
Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain
Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man
Foundation of society, anxiety Suppress it if you can
The caste of coffee achievers didn't perform like they planned
The morning rush hour traffic is our play of false elan
So run around your frantic track and lay you down to sleep;
Tomorrow's the redemption, we strive for that exception
Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain,
Anxiety, a fear that you have nothing more to gain
Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man
Foundation of society, anxiety Suppress it if you can
What are we angry for?
We all need a common cure
That common goal for which you strive:
To have more than the other (have more than the other) guy
The quest for truth, the quest for gold, yeah, we end up all the same
The common lie, the righteous cry, we end up all the same
The angry crowd, those lost and found, everybody's all the same
The poet's pen, these words I lend, we all bend to
Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain,
Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain
Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man
Foundation of society, anxiety