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
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 the 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 ?­s 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