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