Once we were schoolkids drunk on youth and friendship
Bum-puffing cigarettes out the back, near that skip behind the school
We'd speculate about what we'd all grow up to be
I'm not even sure those dreams were ours, I think they came from the TV
Those habits we can't shake
Nothing left to salivate for
We don't need to hunt for food now
Will to something, somehow
Outgrew those silkworm dreams, we became who we would be
Shed those pupal skins to find none of us have wings
They told us we need goals to create our own meaning
Group death this is the rise of individuality
Create things to aspire to
We don't need to gather food now
Energy to spend on things
They make up in the magazines

INVIA LE CORREZIONI