Night Out Video (MV)

This isn't about history at all
This about characters who are afraid of change
In whatever form that change may come

Bite into the fruit
Blood sucking tick
Ruthless bourgeois ruins of bootlicking rich kids
Fighting mother nature tooth and nail
Bite the bullet and run like hell
Bite the bullet and run like hell

Backwards baseball caps
Smoke a cig, join the frat
Dark magic, dim alleys and a baseball bat
Trailing behind you
Bright neon signs lighting up glassy eyes
Everyone gets a high five
If you give into the hive mind

I'm that bitch with a little bit of stubble
You're that bitch who's living in a bubble

Don't tell me what to do
Won't listen anyway
I will play by my rules
No matter what you say
Dressed up, purple gown, spin around
Face to the floor
Kick you while you're down

Postmodernist disease
Takes a hold of you and me
Or maybe that's only my reality
Smoke clouds fall out of righteous right-wing stoners' mouths
Playing devil's advocate
(Just hear me out!)

A booming economy full of minefields
Entirely destroying the product that we started with
The fancy watch around your wrist
Goes tick tock, tick tock, tick, tock tick.

Bourgeois enemy drenched in pedigree
Tossing out chicken feed
Cents like a centipede
I'm like a millipede
This is not the end of me
Please do not envy me
Its effortless entropy
All drenched in grief
Why don't we leave? Like WALL-E and Eve
It's just what we need another myth to believe
It's just what we need another myth to believe

Dressed up, purple gown, spin around
Face to the floor
Kick you while you're down