Grasping at the pedals in the fast lane

Laughing at the medals in the ash tray

Suffocating while we're lazing and debating

For a reason to feel victimized

A reason we can criticize

Lacking all the prowess of a real king

And we're tracking all the knowledge that we're missing

Lackadaising at the praising and the chasing

Of a victim for mentality

A victimless mortality

We're a lost cause

Grasping at straws

A broken token of a time that never was

Just a last chance

Another circumstance

A seasoned reason for a crime that never was