Exhaustion


There is no anger, just growing exhaustion and disgust
No longer difference between
A cynicism has been writing itself into my skin,
and I am sick to death of it

So let it burn in the front yard,along with everything I own
Piled up and sprayed down with gasoline,
Soak the embers in the broken heads of my
guitars as we dance around in circles, torch ourselves in effigy
Everybody jump up (??????)

So are you really listening?
I dont want any part of it
I was worried and upset about what I'm gonna do without your genre acceptance
Then it came to me:
You gotta turn your back and abandon it

I'm taking aim at you; as a focus and recipient of judgment
Well your politics are easy to remember,
especially when sung along to beats like this, so:
Is it dirty that I'm singing about money?
Is it dirty that im singing about poverty?
Is it dirty that im singing about hunger?
Not that I'm singing about war and brutality

There is no romance, no glamour in reality

What!?

There is no romance, no glamour in reality







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