Comfort

Will you grow up to be a victim of consumerism
Starring in a film that you never asked to be in?
Tell me do you wanna live Americana dreams
To buy the things you don’t even want?
And do you hate yourself cause everyone around you’s doing
So damn well with their big house and job as well?
Try love yourself, how are you meant to love yourself
When pictures tells you you’re wrong?
And the feeling comes around again
Stuck to the ceiling and you won’t contain
So you believe the truth you can’t explain
When you find comfort you will find a way
Do you believe they’re lying? Civilization’s dying
And you can’t deny it, temperature’s are rising
But what you desire helps to stoke the fire
So you blame it on someone else
Will you chase happiness in things that you were always told had
Happiness inside them? But they made you
Happy less, and stressed, and left and unimpressed
Was it your soul all along?
And the feeling comes around again
Stuck to the ceiling and you won’t contain
So you believe the truth you can’t explain
When you find comfort you will find a way
And the feeling comes around again
Stuck to the ceiling and you won’t contain
So you believe the truth you can’t explain
When you find comfort you will find a way
Will you grow up to be a victim of consumerism (And the feeling comes around
again)
Starring in a film that you never asked to be in? (Stuck to the ceiling and you
won’t contain)
Tell me do you wanna live Americana dreams (So you believe the truth you can’t
explain)
To buy the things you don’t even want? (When you find comfort you will find a
way)