Does anyone know what day it is today?
Does anyone really care?
Does anyone give a damn what goes on
Beyond their tiny little spheres?
Does anyone see the point of this life?
Is anyone really awake?
Will anyone break the slumber here
And rise from your catatonic state?
It's not about the fads,
It's not about the fashion
It's about the love,
It's all about the passion
How can you really be beautiful, baby?
I ask how can you be really bold?
When you cannot wrench your wretched life
From complacency's stranglehold?
Did you ever wish to shine,
Desire to transcend,
From the depths of your indifference
Where you so quickly descend?
To go way out on a limb,
And watch your soul extend
When did invention
Become too much to defend?
But answer me these questions,
Before the conversation ends.
Just a few things that I missed,
Can't seem to comprehend
Are you really happy
Or do you just pretend?
When did claustrophobia
Become such a welcome friend
?