Aim Low - Victory Pill

I can’t help but

Laugh at your fake outpourings

Media, messiah

You elevate higher just to

Line the streets, show your grief

A shared belief, a strong connection

They left a space you can’t replace

For at least a day, such conviction

I try to numb myself some more

Mediocrity is what we all aim for

Blackens my heart, it burns my soul

Blackens my heart, it burns my soul

I can’t sleep at

Night, I lie and plan

Utopia without the

Media masters holding

All the strings, the English dream

Can be achieved by anyone and anything

Averageness personified

Aim low, be satisfied

I try to numb myself some more

Mediocrity is what we all aim for

Blackens my heart, it burns my soul

Blackens my heart, it burns my soul

Make plans of a world that I control

Make lists of for whom the bell will toll

Make plans of a world I control

Lost my senses