Cargo Cult

That's what I get For worshipping false idols Drunk selfish twenty-somethings Seem pretty wise When you're young and blind We paid the fines Blew past the warning signs To be successors To the unsuccessful Peeled back their skin To stretch over our limbs But it don't fit Don't feel the way that it should I tried my best Not to be a walking cliché But the carpet was Rolled out in front of me The life we think we're owed Isn't what we're led to believe In spite of what you're told This is not where you want to be Go on Follow in the footsteps Of those long gone This is the way We are prisoners To integrity We're held captive By a self-fulfilling prophecy All this time spent Convincing ourselves It'll work out in the end The life you think you're owed by now Isn't the life you lead In spite of what you've sold This is not where you want to be All this time spent The sunken cost The lives we've lost And all this time spent Defying odds How could we throw it away How could you throw it all away How could you throw it away The throne is vacant So where do we go from here The road is changing So where do we go from here The throne is vacant So where do we go from here The road is changing So where do we go from here now We've all been waving Signaling from dire straits We've all been waiting Waiting for the clouds to break We've all been waving Signaling from dire straits We've all been waiting Waiting