Old Heroes Young Villains

I'm an armchair patriot
Part time revolutionary arm pit
Minimum wage slave
Don't stick your fingers through my cage
I'm the wonder of our age
If life was a video game
Then I might engage

But I'll just call it day
Because I ain't slaving away
To try and figure things out
To try and better the world
I'll just keep my head low
And watch some telly
Getting smelly
With this belly
I got no meaning

I'm scared to know
Where things might go
I'm just going with the flow
In a world of super villains
And anti-heroes
And you

But every once in a while
With a wince, I get a glimpse
Of something greater than me
A thing I don't want but could be
And it's pulling me in
Heart first, head last
And it forces me to think
Going way too fast

It's said,
No rest for the wicked

I don't
Want to live in a world where
Nothing matters
And I won't
Run to the comfort of hope anymore
And I don't
Want to live in a world of good and evil
And I don't
Want to be your soldier anymore