This Song is Like Thunder and Lightning in a Wide Open Field
So it seems We've arrived in a place in time where the words you write Don't mean a Goddamn thing It's embarrassing is all When the most pedestrian of things to say are held in high regard A car crash is not an art Someday you'll see
These arts-and-crafts-type politicians With their barrel up to the temple parading this Hindsight's one motherfucker How could you pour your heart and soul into this mess? If they start throwing horns I'm cutting off their fingers
I'm seeing stars and picking bullshit out of dialogue I'm poking holes in stories that inflate what people really are Stop strangling me Because your world will burn, you'll see Flip the pages til your fucking fingers bleed
I suggest the new Bohemia can burn in hell And all those clinging to it Next up are the starched collars And watch those fucking flames spread Not predicated, I am medicated to see this through And right through you Your predictable vocabulary and your point of view Will never meet my better side I'll never welcome you