Atreides
Jedi Master
things are far worse than you feared, and life is but a grind
we're all in little boxes here, to escape are we disinclined
We decorate our prison cells with lots of fluff and frills,
how slowly do they pestle us down, like wheat within the mills
With quarters small, here's the tour, let me get you a seat,
you'll want first row for what comes next, to make your day complete
In this corner we have all the things you've lost along the way
stacked upon toys you never had, and all the games you couldn't play
these are all the valentine's that you never did receive,
signed with love by girls, who you, they never did perceive.
this other corner? filled with eulogies that were never meant for you
about all the great deeds and wonderous things, that frankly, you'll never do
here's all those thoughts and fantasies you wouldn't want displayed
be glad they're locked up tight in here, your own nostalg'arcade
Here's all those little lies you told, for no good reason at all
and here's the ones you told yourself, when you didn't have the gall
to face the relentless truth of your own, suffocating mediocrity
and quell the torrential shearing tides, of a lifelong's hypocrisy
Oh Ho! What's this, last but not least, the finest things you've got,
all these hopes and dreams, smiles and cries, and stomachs in a knot
All those wishes for a better world, and plans for a fuller life
all the kids you'll never have, your future kind and loving wife
that's the one you'll never be with, truly, because you see,
you're locked inside this tiny box, and there's no one here but ME.
we're all in little boxes here, to escape are we disinclined
We decorate our prison cells with lots of fluff and frills,
how slowly do they pestle us down, like wheat within the mills
With quarters small, here's the tour, let me get you a seat,
you'll want first row for what comes next, to make your day complete
In this corner we have all the things you've lost along the way
stacked upon toys you never had, and all the games you couldn't play
these are all the valentine's that you never did receive,
signed with love by girls, who you, they never did perceive.
this other corner? filled with eulogies that were never meant for you
about all the great deeds and wonderous things, that frankly, you'll never do
here's all those thoughts and fantasies you wouldn't want displayed
be glad they're locked up tight in here, your own nostalg'arcade
Here's all those little lies you told, for no good reason at all
and here's the ones you told yourself, when you didn't have the gall
to face the relentless truth of your own, suffocating mediocrity
and quell the torrential shearing tides, of a lifelong's hypocrisy
Oh Ho! What's this, last but not least, the finest things you've got,
all these hopes and dreams, smiles and cries, and stomachs in a knot
All those wishes for a better world, and plans for a fuller life
all the kids you'll never have, your future kind and loving wife
that's the one you'll never be with, truly, because you see,
you're locked inside this tiny box, and there's no one here but ME.