To Have Or To Be

This is a crisis
 With ticking time, calendars and cannonballs
 So I question what this life is
 teenage dreams of fame, the motorway or swimming lanes

 There's a problem to my crisis
 it lasted 22 years, 7 months, and 7 days
 Still I wonder where my mind is
 with all that ticking time, calendars and cannonballs

 I'm ten times sore
 Hoping it's a star, no satellite that blinds me
 I'm very bored
 Fighting myself much harder than I fight them

 It's in my TV screen, in my self-esteem,
 my forgotten dream, in the things I've seen
 In the things I don't see anymore,
 in the death I'm trying to ignore
 In the tuned up cars, in the teenage whores,
 in the words I say without a cause
 In the credit cards, in the desperate hearts,
 in the hollow words, in the pop-star
 Get me out of here, get me out of here, get me out of here,
 Get me out of here, get me out of here, get me out of here
 Who can?

 So analyze this analysis
 When the rockets come in everyday form
 and I'm still not gone
 It seems I' not much of a good time
 With my worried mind (be happy) and my cannonballs

 I'm ten times sore
 Hoping it's a star, no satellite that blinds me
 I'm very bored
 fighting myself much hard than I fight them
 It's bitter to consider
 that it's myself and not the world that kills me
 It's bitter to consider
 that it's myself and not the world that kills me