After Napster, kids today are thinking it’s a different game but actually, you’re only going broker on a bigger stage embrace it, failure’s a given these days shit, I live in the shade of every bad decision I’ve made
playing loose with my crazy youth, hoping it sticks before I’m finally forced to notice I’m too old for this shit you got a nine to five, I got a monday to sunday and a mouth that can mangle your drunk face off one taste
but I don’t give a F how you handle your B cuz everything is complicated in the Land of the Free I’m not leading a movement, or even keeping ideas congruent if I wrote it, all I know is I needed to do it
nothing too elaborate, unraveling some stupid habits brainstorming better tools to screw the fascists with… I’ve been told I’m not supposed to do it all but I guess I’m too evolved with my superhuman balls, huh?
this is not a cult, kid...all swamis can suck it goes nature, beauty and truth...God’s not in the budget sacrificed half my life getting my name out but instead of a breakdown, I’m just never awake now
we’ve all got excuses, a generation walking wounded I’m fucking lucky all I want is honest music I’ve been to the dark side, it’s nothing but smart guys who sold out at the first sign of some hard times
we’ve got no name for it, control whole languages privatize the profits, socialize the blame for it that’s how they always fuck us, right? nobody’s responsible but if you wanna fix it, that’s totally impossible
why is that conformity is only cutting one way? assholes, fuck faces and corrupt racists you know a few, only doing what they’re told to do inside, though, they know the truth, eyes like an open wound
that dead smile, nah, that predatory threat smile squeaky clean evil gleam beaming out your head smile the sickest part is how they never even see it people feeding demons and believing they believe in Jesus
here I am, throwing stones when I got no right I know, right? hard enough carving up your own life when your brain is designed to find the easiest ways to get by we stay crazy instead of changing our minds
so I’m not blaming you for making brainless moves I break shit, too—but I’m aiming to escape this zoo playing loose with my crazy youth, hoping it sticks before I’m finally forced to notice I’m too old for this shit