Can you show me
Something more than a slavish ethic
Any beauty? any truth, imperfect/poetic
Yeah you work hard, we get it
Are we here just to
Pat you on the head? will you
Let us see what's inside
Or is there nothing there?
Nothing there?
Nothing... there!
You had us fooled to begin with
You knew that no one would ever really care
Conditions worsen, still, you're so above critical judgment
Perfect person, full of love and promotional budget
Teenybopper windowshopper tourists smuggling artifacts up their ass
You're disgusting, net negative, bluffing, fully aware
Fully aware that there's
Nothing... there!
You fooled yourself but to begin with
We knew that you never really cared
Why am I wasting time on weasels treating life
Like a punchline with no setup, you set those fools aside
I'm where I wanna be living honestly just disappointed
With frivolous milieu, grin snapping the sinew
Grin snapping the sinew
Grin snapping the sinew