The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of money and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty
That stuff ain't real"

I am not the man i once was. This time alone in a cloudy, dreary, depressing city has brought some understanding, but no peace. The more you know, the more miserable you are. happiness is a shallow thing, something i want no part of if it means acting the way the world acts. I see them, they are happy, they are at peace. I do not want their peace. I do not want their happiness. No, i will not lead a happy life, i will not lead a peaceful life. I will lead a life of discomfort. I will lead a life of aggression. I will live my life the way i was meant to live it. As long as the world is the way it is, I will not find peace. I will not find happiness. As long as this world is how it is, i will fight it. For i know the secret...

Walk On The Outskirts...