The Rip
Fuck genius. Whats an artist?
Dead words devoid of meaning. Lets drop them.
I know where they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole.
Lets start from zero.
Now, listen close.
This is a rip: "The scream that ignites the world?"
Were slaves to radios. Were not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that wont cauterize the wound.
Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own. Its an insult. Youve fallen for it.
It feels like your own. Its your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The anemic. The pale, the sullen.
An albumнs evidence. I believed that shit.
Here, stuck in radios. No ones worth shit to talk to.
These were my heroes.
Now theyre all jokes.
This is a rip. The scream that ignites the world?"
Were slaves to radios. Were not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that wont cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own. Itнs an insult. Youve fallen for it.
It feels like your own. Its 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.
Lifes a race. Its an obstacle course.
Hide, but youll never have a choice when you go.
They would have noticed you if they had known, but youre fucked.
Theyll only love you when youre gone,
or barely hanging on to all your organs and dignity while youre
rotting in hospitals.
Dont believe it?
Its not your fault. Youre just worthless. Youre one in a million.
Where нs god?
The ornament, the holiday song whored out on reading materials
in latrines and porta-johns?
Dont believe this.
Youre not worthless.
Its us against millions and we cant take them all.
But we can take them on.
