Angel-Headed Hipsters

Angel-Headed hipsters Lend me your ears For I constantly find myself wondering How many of us are really here? How many of us are truly living our lives And how many of us are simply allowing society to live for us? Dictating what we should and should not do. Replacing the importance of kindness For the popularity of being crude. Allowing others to say who to help And who to leave helpless. Not eating what satisfies If we deem it has too many carbs or calories. Leaving the homeless pennyless, While we comfortably sit back comparing salaries. Criticizing someones wardrobe because they bought it at Hot Topic, Instead of from the All American Eagle. Headlines that can't produce a single hero, But save a space for the rich and regal. Living in fear of our own good neighbors Too frightened to invite them in to a nice dinner party. Letting our government displace individual privacy In exchange for a false sense of national security. We are living in a masquerade Too afraid to remove our veils. For ending the facade would mean Drawing attention to ourselves While others are oblivious to their own charade. This life you live, This life we live is not a game. So why let the world tell you how to play? Go on, free yourselves from the bonds and chains. Step up, step out Go ahead and why not shout. My brothers, my sisters, Angel-Headed Hipsters The Message is loud and clear For the Truth you see, is right here.