Where Do I Belong?

I don’t want to play along In your moral world of rights and wrongs You can’t outrun the worms When you're six feet deep in the dirt But I know you’re a fake It’s written all over your face I know you’re a fake It’s written on your face So where do I belong? Lost in a song Where I can dream away the day That’s a perfect place to be Lifeless plastic automatons in suits and ties Sip lattes and pose with their Stepford wives Radioactive nuclear families, zombies of a virtual fantasy So where do I belong? Lost in a song Where I can dream away thе day That’s a perfect place to bе Program the perfect aesthetic So typical and ultra pathetic Simulation, masturbation Lost in a universe of black hole emptiness Fake and obedient, fake and obedient Mother Nature, Father Time The past - a broken clock you can’t unwind The present and future will only buy a little more time Before you turn to dust Wasting away, worshipping yourself Wasting away, worshipping yourself And wasting away I know you’re a fake I know you’re a fake I know you’re a fake

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 21, 2026