culture envy, culture war
culture envy, culture war
culture envy, culture war
count your dead, kill your poor
what are we looking to find here?
absolution, attainment
atonement, justification
all priced to move you, standing like it's action
bide time with bought rhymes
hide five to nine for naught
joke with misdirected lines
who the f*** aren't you kidding
i knew you back in school when there were less actors to look up to studying simplicity
we still meant the laughter
if you could love yourself the way you do then
there'd be a life after
the playwrights lowered their guns
there's peace pieces to pick up again
you used to build
mind your pen
remind your pen
i'm sick of the videos you've rewound us in
the headaches:
still shots taken in sequence
hung over old dreams to try and develop moldy c**tures
still;
all this sun and you're sleeping in the dark room
waiting on a film caked thick within
cleaning stained windowstills
instead of taking panes
out of eyes
i'm out of rhymes
colorless you
hid behind heavy lids
eating surface s***
somewhere deep you swear respect exists
exits upstage right
tragedy: infinetly more down than a kiss
the a**umed and the actual are both a sad performance
an audience will answer if you question them correct
you don't see the b***** entertainers you're trying to resurrect
not knowing you're looking
is atonement cash or check
absolved and justified
create an ego to protect
center level, center roar
center level, center roar
center level, center roar
is an army, is a form
culture envy, culture war
culture envy, culture war
culture envy, culture war
count your blessings, kill your poor
culture envy world over
respect on war sober
i'll fight for no flag
and battle all devices
old men divide soil spoils for us to toil indecisive
over whose music's origins are righteous or d***ed
or if one is the same can both be wrought with your hands
we've wrung out all lands and brought
brought life
back to life
only this time we go ahead and say the origins were white
heads in the sand that kept us warm from the rhythms of the night
you'd think history would give a fair warning
but it doesn't make for good sales or stories
and don't think we're done stealing the past
or telling it to you second-hand
while tipping the hourglass
one-third
c***
eyed
now dance
i remember when the beat moved itself
through sacred trees and ceremonies
a hapless hieroglyph soul-branded on the open s***es of consciousness
and we are all con-script scrawled across the middle canvas
draw fast, answer nothing
there's no question they've been here
glyph lock pick pockets
patrolling the selling block
for cheap/easy targets
the duelling heretics of a new religion
doodling death wish on a fluttery paper soul
draw fast
black canvas impervious to shade's shame
paint the world lovely
with indecipherable song
plan the flag of the insane in the land unsold
forego the envious and warring to play the unknown
what is c**ture but the gift of dream
what is life but to sing
sleep unseen
center level, center roar
center level, center roar
center level, center roar
in an end, many more
culture envy, culture war
culture envy, culture war
culture envy, culture war
count your dead, kill your poor
by now you should have died twice
we're not communicating
one line at a time or
a vision of a dying woman on my doorstep
fading fast the second time around
what's inside these sounds you mouth
did you hear the sound from across the ages
the sea takes us back too quickly
and i'm far from grounded
now's the time to sail before the last tree falls
i'm seeing my mentors sage-less
casting outside their realm
ex-spelling p.g. concepts to conjure self
i'm seeing priests prostate the prophecy
praying in the wrong room
count your blessings and sell the difference
i'm seeing indifferent souls in different cells
spilling blood like wine
just to know they've been here
hold your pitcher, kill your poor
try to clip these wings
still you soar
frantically flapping the wings of not our kids
heading south to sea too soon to say
stay, i've seen
nothing but envy for the green
war for the greed
innumerable dead blessings
and your poor peaceful resting
culture envy, culture war
culture envy, culture war
culture envy, culture war
count your blessings, kill your poor
culture envy, culture war
culture envy, culture war
count your dead, kill your poor
what are we looking to find here?
absolution, attainment
atonement, justification
all priced to move you, standing like it's action
bide time with bought rhymes
hide five to nine for naught
joke with misdirected lines
who the f*** aren't you kidding
i knew you back in school when there were less actors to look up to studying simplicity
we still meant the laughter
if you could love yourself the way you do then
there'd be a life after
the playwrights lowered their guns
there's peace pieces to pick up again
you used to build
mind your pen
remind your pen
i'm sick of the videos you've rewound us in
the headaches:
still shots taken in sequence
hung over old dreams to try and develop moldy c**tures
still;
all this sun and you're sleeping in the dark room
waiting on a film caked thick within
cleaning stained windowstills
instead of taking panes
out of eyes
i'm out of rhymes
colorless you
hid behind heavy lids
eating surface s***
somewhere deep you swear respect exists
exits upstage right
tragedy: infinetly more down than a kiss
the a**umed and the actual are both a sad performance
an audience will answer if you question them correct
you don't see the b***** entertainers you're trying to resurrect
not knowing you're looking
is atonement cash or check
absolved and justified
create an ego to protect
center level, center roar
center level, center roar
center level, center roar
is an army, is a form
culture envy, culture war
culture envy, culture war
culture envy, culture war
count your blessings, kill your poor
culture envy world over
respect on war sober
i'll fight for no flag
and battle all devices
old men divide soil spoils for us to toil indecisive
over whose music's origins are righteous or d***ed
or if one is the same can both be wrought with your hands
we've wrung out all lands and brought
brought life
back to life
only this time we go ahead and say the origins were white
heads in the sand that kept us warm from the rhythms of the night
you'd think history would give a fair warning
but it doesn't make for good sales or stories
and don't think we're done stealing the past
or telling it to you second-hand
while tipping the hourglass
one-third
c***
eyed
now dance
i remember when the beat moved itself
through sacred trees and ceremonies
a hapless hieroglyph soul-branded on the open s***es of consciousness
and we are all con-script scrawled across the middle canvas
draw fast, answer nothing
there's no question they've been here
glyph lock pick pockets
patrolling the selling block
for cheap/easy targets
the duelling heretics of a new religion
doodling death wish on a fluttery paper soul
draw fast
black canvas impervious to shade's shame
paint the world lovely
with indecipherable song
plan the flag of the insane in the land unsold
forego the envious and warring to play the unknown
what is c**ture but the gift of dream
what is life but to sing
sleep unseen
center level, center roar
center level, center roar
center level, center roar
in an end, many more
culture envy, culture war
culture envy, culture war
culture envy, culture war
count your dead, kill your poor
by now you should have died twice
we're not communicating
one line at a time or
a vision of a dying woman on my doorstep
fading fast the second time around
what's inside these sounds you mouth
did you hear the sound from across the ages
the sea takes us back too quickly
and i'm far from grounded
now's the time to sail before the last tree falls
i'm seeing my mentors sage-less
casting outside their realm
ex-spelling p.g. concepts to conjure self
i'm seeing priests prostate the prophecy
praying in the wrong room
count your blessings and sell the difference
i'm seeing indifferent souls in different cells
spilling blood like wine
just to know they've been here
hold your pitcher, kill your poor
try to clip these wings
still you soar
frantically flapping the wings of not our kids
heading south to sea too soon to say
stay, i've seen
nothing but envy for the green
war for the greed
innumerable dead blessings
and your poor peaceful resting
culture envy, culture war
culture envy, culture war
culture envy, culture war
count your blessings, kill your poor