Dance and laugh and play. Ignore the message we convey.

It seems we're only here to entertain.


A rebellion cut-to-fit. I refuse to be the soundtrack to it.

While we entertain we're still knee-deep in shit.

There's something wrong inside.

We've played it safe, enjoyed the ride.

You won't like this but I've something to confide.

We stand for something more than a faded sticker on a skateboard.

Now we've rained on your parade and we're out the door.

And I don't even care any fucking more.

Witness this pair in accomplice.

Witness this pair; lethargic, unconscious.

No brows furrowed in question, complacent, completing their tasks

(no questions asked)

Consider this critic a cretin,

Just resting on laurels completely invented.

Word acrobatics performed with both harness and net.

I am so full of shit.

But I will remain until this self-awareness fades

Until I defeat the purpose of this soapbox that you made.

That you made.

Hope, perseverance, a vision (some doubt).

Green ink, a 26 oz., a bad case of big-mouth.

A sum of our parts and I've never laughed harder.

A song in our hearts and I've never laughed harder.

It don't really matter cuz nothing's ever felt as right as this.

(by the way, I stole this riff)

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