Instant Breakfast - White Flag

Content to be a failure cuz you’ve never even tried

You tell me to abandon hope — It’s useless, I’m alive!

Maturity’s no virtue in my sardonic dream

How could this world abide me when it can’t hear me scream?

I’m not your instant breakfast

I won’t be your Sunday fool

My life’s a feeling frenzy

No, I’m alive

Yeah, I’ll survive

I can’t explain the politics of your affair

You call me immature, but hey man, I don’t care

But now I can see what it is that you do fear

Oh yeah, to me it’s yourself is what’s so unclear

Leave me life, diffuse this mortal coil

To you I leave this final thought

My spirit’s body, your spoil

No, I’m alive

Yeah, I’ll survive

I will not fight this

I pray for numbness evermore

I will not fight this

I will not pick my body off the floor

My hanging tree is blooming with the coming of the Yule

I always thought a crucifix was something wicked cruel

Dimension of insanity — a never ending race

With elder gods descending out of time and out of space

I will not fight this

I pray for numbness evermore

I will not fight this

I will not pick my body off the floor

Holidays are strange things

We’re hanging things

Holidays are strange things