Sound Off! 1! 2! Sound Off! 3! 4!

I’ve tried a few times to reconstruct my head,
There’s a hole in the front and a melon sized exit in the back.
I felt everything leave, my thoughts and rationality,
Yet all the makeup and putty in the world wouldn’t change the past.
I’ve still got my brains splattered over the walls and ceiling,
That grey matter containing my memories and originality.
It covers the structures and supports of the house,
This dingy faded blue and green room, mocks me.
Just once I’d like to see the world as I once saw it,
The days whereas we’d build spaceships out of cardboard.
Yet never again can I be so young and brilliant,
The sphere which we thrive on has a way severing that innovated cord!

Now we’re all marching to the same beat,
Standing in lines, wearing suits, getting hair cuts.
As we grow older the gun sets it’s sights,
Once we hit 13 we’re staring down the barrel, choking cigarette butts.
Cause you can’t stay young forever,
No, that’s not the way it goes.
One day boy, you’ll man up and see,
That to sail in this world you’ve got to go where the wind blows!

That’s right this world is the big blue,
And your life is a sailing ship if you choose it to be.
You can either go with the flow, set your course and don’t go,
Or you can brave the winds and fight the tossing sea!
The choice is ours but we’re led to believe different,
That if we go against the status quo we’ll fail.
But all the geniuses were living proof against that,
Just don’t hold back and when the storms come don’t bail!

I see them all marching to the same beat,
Standing in lines, wearing suits, getting hair cuts.
Cause they freaked when the gun started aiming,
They shirked away from the barrel and puffed on those cigarette butts!
Cause you can’t stay young forever,
No, that’s not the way it goes.
One day boy, you’ll man up and see,
That to be who you wanna be you’ll have to go against the flow.