And if hopelessness is the catalyst then there will never be another
and these naked feet upon broken glass will stagger in the stagnance
of the futility of the future of our democratic lives
We steal the beautiful sounds of our failure
These sweet nothings we hide whispered under a symphony of fighting dogs
we live as slaves born to the consumerist fallacy of a broken society
hell bent on success broken backs under the weight of our wretched walls
these dividers making fools of the middle road
our stride stricken with the affliction of neither hot or cold
lukewarm in our sickness and depravity
never daring to cry for extremity in any aspect
f****** for pleasure but only for what is acceptable
never writhing and screaming for what is truly desired
failing to be what we truly should
and these naked feet upon broken glass will stagger in the stagnance
of the futility of the future of our democratic lives
We steal the beautiful sounds of our failure
These sweet nothings we hide whispered under a symphony of fighting dogs
we live as slaves born to the consumerist fallacy of a broken society
hell bent on success broken backs under the weight of our wretched walls
these dividers making fools of the middle road
our stride stricken with the affliction of neither hot or cold
lukewarm in our sickness and depravity
never daring to cry for extremity in any aspect
f****** for pleasure but only for what is acceptable
never writhing and screaming for what is truly desired
failing to be what we truly should