What's Left To Scream About

Scratching at the bottom of a barrell 
Looking for the faces of my rage 
Anger broduced for the sake of a song 
Faking dismay for just a moment 

Contrived, forced without reason 
Priveledged upbringing. Silver spoon in mouth 
Treat your wealth just like a fucking curse 
Sworn to rebellion, but it could be so much worse 

Sworn to rebellion, but it could be so much worse 

What's left to scream about? 
Why am I losing my voice? 
This bullshit angst it's just a passing fad