Just turned 37
But already way way too old
To understand just half the things
I am constantly being told
Whatever happened to time
And not constantly being fed
Useless information
About lives I haven't led
Existence should be singing but it has no voice
All these opportunities but still it has no choice
But to offer it's opinion like white noise
Thank god I don't have to
Participate
That I still have the right
To choose my own faith
You can all have a riot
I choose to stay quiet
Existence should be singing but it has no voice
All these opportunities but still it has no choice
But to offer it's opinion like white noise
Guess we'll just keep on being helpless girls and boys
It has no voice