I hate myself

My father told me "I didn't sell out, Son, I bought in. Keep that in mind."

And, So there I was.
It was obvious.
I was gonna be in advertising
and play in the goddamn system.

That was that.

I was my old man.
He knew.

So what else could I do?
I mean, there's no future in anarchy.

But when I was into it there was never a thought of the future.

We were certain the world was gonna end.
When it didn't, I had to do something.

So fuck it.