Not Happy

I am surrounded by professionals
Bigheaded egotistic know-it-alls
Before we reconcile
I’m choosing my own lie
Pissed off at all my friends
For being modern saints
Desperately I’m trying to be happy
I’m not in control
Keep making your demands
On being modern saints
Desperately I’m trying to be happy
Watch me come undone
Fueled by prestige you rule the airwaves
With all the knowledge no one else has
Too fw crowns for too many kings
Too many truths that prophets bring