Blah by Edgar Allan Poets Lyrics

Many voices, gurus and heroes
What a lucky time we are in
Every question has an answer in a minute
Why should I have to think
'Cause we all feel peculiar
But we all are alike
I don't feel that peculiar
I'm turning the volume down
Everybody giving you directions
On how to live on how to feel
Random people whining from a soapbox
And we the puppets listening
'Cause we all feel peculiar
On these crazy days
I don't feel that peculiar
Try to listen to what you say
I'm leaving all this crowd
No more nonsense no more
What I hear is just this

BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
Every day I'm losing my perception
On what is true and what is false
Day by day I'm feeding my addiction
Media Mary Jane in me
'Cause we all feel peculiar
But we all are slaves
I don't feel that peculiar
Now it's my time to escape
I'm leaving all this crowd
No more nonsense no more
What I hear is just this