It's a love song to the self, a story recapped every day,
It's a world of bogus feelings and a world of slow decay,
It's a world of laughter hidden by this world of fear and torment,
It's a game of [bad word]  our visceral convulsion:
Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain,
Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain.
Anxiety destroys us but it drives [bad word] man.
Foundation of society, anxiety. Suppress it if you can.
The caste of coffee achievers didn't perform like they planned.
The [bad word] hour traffic is our play of false elan. [bad word] around your frantic track and lay you down to sleep;
Tomorrow's the redemption, we strive for that exception.
Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain,
Anxiety, a fear that you have nothing more to gain.
Anxiety destroys us but it drives [bad word] man.
Foundation of society, anxiety. Suppress it if you can.
What are we angry for?
We all need [bad word] cure. [bad word] goal for which you strive:
To have more than the other (have more than the other) guy.
The quest for [bad word]  the quest for gold, yeah, we end up all the same [bad word] lie, the righteous cry, we end up all the same.
The angry crowd, those lost and found, everybody's all the same.
The poet's pen, these words I lend, we all bend to
Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain,
Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain.
Anxiety destroys us but it drives [bad word] man.
Foundation of society, anxiety.