Confiend on, But on What?
Indie folk pop jazz rock, Alt. Indie, Theater, piano, opera. roll avant-pop, Baritone, mezzo-soprano wide vocal range,
06:45
May 2, 2024 · By Suno Ai
Lyrics
Confiend on, But on What?
(Verse 1 - Spoken Word - style breathy whisper )
Alright, gather 'round existentialists huddled in your mom's basement,
Let's unpack the absurdity of this whole "being alive" pageant.
We're flung here, fleshy meat puppets on a rock spinning aimlessly,
Confined to this cosmic play, but the scriptwriter's a mystery.
But trapped by what? The tyranny of to-do lists? The crushing weight of unreturned library books?
Or perhaps, the most horrifying truth - we're confined by the oppressive... drumroll please ...limitations of our own dang imaginations!
But confined on what, you ask? That, my friends, is the million-dollar existential question with a two-cent answer: who knows? (Hehehehahahaah!!)
(Chorus - Belting Pop-Punk - Fish in a Birdcage style)
Confined on, confined on, but on what, this existential plot?
Spinning, spinning, 'til we rot, a cosmic sitcom we forgot!
Trapped inside a meat parade, with a soul that wants to serenade,
The endless void, the cosmic joke, confined on, but confined on smoke?
I scream into the void, a desperate, high-pitched plea,
"Is this all there is, or is there more to me?"
(There isn't Aanyything to meeee?")
(Verse 2 - Ska Punk, style)
Society's a circus, and I'm the bearded lady with a PhD in existential dread!
Juggling expectations with existential dread, while the clowns of conformity all shake their heads.
A self-imposed cage of "shoulda, coulda, wouldas," full of misdirections.
Society's a fickle warden, doling out judgments with a sneer,
But I'm a lyrical Houdini, ain't got no time for living in fear!
(Chorus)
Confined on, what's the deal?
Tangled thoughts, hearts can't heal.
Hamster wheel, spinning fast,
But the scenery's a comedic blast!
(Bridge)
Break the script, rewrite the whole scene,
Turn this angst into a rockstar's scream!
(Chorus)
Confined on, what's the deal?
Tangled thoughts, hearts can't heal.
Hamster wheel, spinning fast,
But the scenery's a comedic blast!
(Outro)
Confined? Yeah, maybe that's true,
But hey, at least we're a little bit new,
A little bit weird, a little bit free,
And that, my friend, is the key!
Rockstar's scream!
(Chorus)
Confined on, what's the deal?
Tangled thoughts, hearts can't heal.
Hamster wheel, spinning fast,
But the scenery's a comedic blast!
(Outro)
Confined? Yeah, maybe that's true,
But hey, at least we're a little bit new,
A little bit weird, a little bit free,
And that, my friend, is the key!
Alright, gather 'round existentialists huddled in your mom's basement,
Let's unpack the absurdity of this whole "being alive" pageant.
We're flung here, fleshy meat puppets on a rock spinning aimlessly,
Confined to this cosmic play, but the scriptwriter's a mystery.
But trapped by what? The tyranny of to-do lists? The crushing weight of unreturned library books?
Or perhaps, the most horrifying truth - we're confined by the oppressive... drumroll please ...limitations of our own dang imaginations!
But confined on what, you ask? That, my friends, is the million-dollar existential question with a two-cent answer: who knows? (Hehehehahahaah!!)
(Chorus - Belting Pop-Punk - Fish in a Birdcage style)
Confined on, confined on, but on what, this existential plot?
Spinning, spinning, 'til we rot, a cosmic sitcom we forgot!
Trapped inside a meat parade, with a soul that wants to serenade,
The endless void, the cosmic joke, confined on, but confined on smoke?
I scream into the void, a desperate, high-pitched plea,
"Is this all there is, or is there more to me?"
(There isn't Aanyything to meeee?")
(Verse 2 - Ska Punk, style)
Society's a circus, and I'm the bearded lady with a PhD in existential dread!
Juggling expectations with existential dread, while the clowns of conformity all shake their heads.
A self-imposed cage of "shoulda, coulda, wouldas," full of misdirections.
Society's a fickle warden, doling out judgments with a sneer,
But I'm a lyrical Houdini, ain't got no time for living in fear!
(Chorus)
Confined on, what's the deal?
Tangled thoughts, hearts can't heal.
Hamster wheel, spinning fast,
But the scenery's a comedic blast!
(Bridge)
Break the script, rewrite the whole scene,
Turn this angst into a rockstar's scream!
(Chorus)
Confined on, what's the deal?
Tangled thoughts, hearts can't heal.
Hamster wheel, spinning fast,
But the scenery's a comedic blast!
(Outro)
Confined? Yeah, maybe that's true,
But hey, at least we're a little bit new,
A little bit weird, a little bit free,
And that, my friend, is the key!
Rockstar's scream!
(Chorus)
Confined on, what's the deal?
Tangled thoughts, hearts can't heal.
Hamster wheel, spinning fast,
But the scenery's a comedic blast!
(Outro)
Confined? Yeah, maybe that's true,
But hey, at least we're a little bit new,
A little bit weird, a little bit free,
And that, my friend, is the key!
