Working Class Hero

Honestly I'd rather skip a beat and stay behind the line
With time I've strayed from the basic design
I can admit that at nineteen I still don't know what I seek to find at the very end
I can't relate with individuals that pretend an go with the trends in hopes of finding an indefinite feeling of content
A different depiction dealing with my own contradictions
Managing with the constant inflictions that cant be evaded
The reason I'm constantly ventilating
A walking disfunction
Incoherent because we can't seem to function together
Cant make any type of connection I constantly try to look past the deception thats been conceived as the normal perception
I'm not trying to be like the fools on the hill
Promoting distilled visions that hold many in a constant submission
Aiming for more than to be a Working Class Hero
Dead presidents don't have a strong presence in my vision
Just makin ends meet and keep the system fed why pretend?
In my eyes the system is flawed an imprecise
Promotimg lies one of these days hopefully more people open their eyes
Plenty are willing to listen to a fool speak without question, but headed in the opposite direction when reasoning is thrown at their so called perfection  
Evaluating my direction in the path of progress is where my interest lays
Quarantined stuck in between lost an misplaced just a kid stuck in a daze
Naturally displaced seeking more than a nine to five out of life
I no longer seek for change or a revolution
I just hope to be exiled from the institution
I'm tired of its tireless confusion, worthless solutions that have been implemented since my first breath the only true answer seems to be death
Living in coexistence but looking through the lense you can see my double helix isnt generic or a repetition
Different visions separated an segregated conformists an the misfits dismissed to wander an roam like a rolling stone till we all reach our grave stone