Fuck genius What's an artist
Dead words devoid of meaning Let's drop them
I know where they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole
Let's start from zero Now, listen close
This is a rip The scream that ignites the world
We're slaves to radios We're not worth shit to talk to
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound
Whose plan to follow
It feels like your own
It's an insult You've fallen for it
It feels like your own
It's your anthem, as jaded as its source
The anemic The pale, the sullen
An album's evidence I believed that shit
Here, stuck in radios No one's worth shit to talk to
These were my heroes Now they're all jokes
This is a rip The scream that ignites the world
We're slaves to radios We're not worth shit to talk to
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound
Whose plan to follow
It feels like your own
It's an insult You've fallen for it
It feels like your own
It's your anthem, as jaded as its source
The ceiling is waiting
The ceiling is waiting
And you follow like it mattered if you did
And it dropped you on your head
Cuz you took yourself for granted
Heartless and headstrong
Jump right over those bodies
Life's a race It's an obstacle course
Hide, but you'll never have a choice when you go
They would have noticed you if they had known, but you're fucked
They'll only love you when you're gone
or barely hanging on to all your organs and dignity
while you're rotting in hospitals
Don't believe it
It's not your fault
You're just worthless
You're one in a million
Where is god
The ornament, the holiday song
whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta johns
Don't believe this
You're not worthless
It's us against millions
and we can't take them all
But we can take them on