Aim Low

I can't help but
Laugh at your fake outpourings
Media, messiah
You elevate higher just to
Line the streets, show your grief
A shared belief, a strong connection
They left a space you can't replace
For at least a day, such conviction

I try to numb myself some more
Mediocrity is what we all aim for

Blackens my heart, it burns my soul
Blackens my heart, it burns my soul

I can't sleep at
Night, I lie and plan
Utopia without the
Media masters holding
All the strings, the English dream
Can be achieved by anyone and anything
Averageness personified
Aim low, be satisfied

I try to numb myself some more
Mediocrity is what we all aim for

Blackens my heart, it burns my soul
Blackens my heart, it burns my soul

Make plans of a world that I control
Make lists of for whom the bell will toll
Make plans of a world I control
Lost my senses