Bad

The quest for truth, the quest for gold, yeah, we end up all the same
The common lie, the righteous cry - we end up all the same.
The angry crowd, those lost and found, everybody's all the same.
The poet's pen, these words I lend, we all bend to  
Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain,
Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain.
Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man;
Foundation of society,
Anxiety --
Suppress it if you can!

What are we angry for? We all need a common cure.
That common goal for which you strive:
To have more than the other guy...