Come-Up-Ance Songtext
von Maniac

You can pretend to be everything you′re not
A friend and a lover
A confidante and brother
But you're not
A damn bit better than you were
I guess that you quit school
So that you′d never have to learn
But you play pure
And ride the symptoms of disease
Feed ignorance and scorn
Like you thought it was the cure
But there's no peace
In a pointless battle with yourself
Lashing out at others
As a pointless bit of cover


Now I have never said I was a saint
But I wasn't pretending to be so damn great
Pretend that you′re above it
But you′re really full of it
And you can't convince me you′re not still the same
You're not a sensitive young man
You are a vain, cruel boy
And my hope′s waning for all that to change

Tell yourself whatever you like
Obsessing over numbers
Dragging all the others
Cuz you can't
Let it go even for your own sake
You have to prove you′re better
And that's why you're still a beggar
All despite
The fact that you got what you want
Still a crab in a bucket
While you say that you′re above it
And that′s why
You seem to push everyone away
Numbers don't mean shit
At the end of the day


Now I never said that numbers don′t feel great
But to me it's not the only thing that matters
So long as you′re obsessed
You'll always be depressed
And you′ll take it out on everyone in your wake
You're not a sensitive young man
You are a vain, cruel boy
And my hope's vanished for all that to change