Breaking into my auto-locked apartment
I forgot my keys
I would've gotten away with it
Had I not been seen by the next-door entities
And now the well-equipped immediate response force
Harpoons habeas corpus through my spleen
And I am lectured on my Lin Manuel Miranda rights
And why I should behave like Mr. Beast
They will make me an example
In their next edition etiquette
And I am sorry they feel that way
And they feel sorry for my loss of my life
No one can help it
Our life should be your life
You're only as good as your semi-self-selected truth
You must abide by the stylistic conventions
Or be a homeless window-licker of the in-group
Our band should be your band
Playing vibey surfy indie for fraternity rapists It's my hobby! And we are too scared to boo
Thou shalt not be rude
We will include the masses of the lobbyists
And astroturfing copyist 10-second flesh puppet prudes
What's the difference between them and you?
If you
Can't beat them to death
Join them
Join them
The watchful handheld cameras
Make us foam at the mouth
For a formula
To turn our anecdotes into physics
Iconoclastic icons parsed a thousand years of dialogue
They have gargled your archives, with utmost certainty
You are, by one point, more f*cked up than me
Face the firing squad pundits, you wholeheartedly believe
In their backward bullets' legacy of blistering neutrality
At least try to freshen up
For your pretender's pop quiz
It's just a social thing
A vital battery by which we continue to move
Prove it to yourself
Prove it to the tumor
Evidence for all to know
We're getting along just fine
Prod the cattle into line
For the brand of opposition
From the shaved silver screen
Halloween harlot machine
And let's see what these milk-white Austinites have to say about Cabrini-Green
Toting canned water all-father scepters they are screaming over me
(So it goes)
Résumé rats
(So it goes)
Socialite scabs
(So it goes)
Formerly aristocrats
(So it goes)
Momentary poorists
(So it goes)
Self-destructive nonconformists
(So it goes)
In infinite performance
(So it goes)
All are proud informants
Propaganda started your rebellion
(I am the only truth)
Within artificial lines they've drawn for you
(I am the only truth)
Content with castration cordoned off from the collective
(I am the only truth)
We have lost the will to move
We have lost the will to move
We have lost the will to move
We have lost the will to move
We have lost the will to move
Decapitation In The Food Court - AN UNCANNY PLATEAU Lyrics
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Breaking into my auto-locked apartment
I forgot my keys
I would've gotten away with it
Had I not been seen by the next-door entities
And now the well-equipped immediate response force
Harpoons habeas corpus through my spleen
And I am lectured on my Lin Manuel Miranda rights
And why I should behave like Mr. Beast
They will make me an example
In their next edition etiquette
And I am sorry they feel that way
And they feel sorry for my loss of my life
No one can help it
Our life should be your life
You're only as good as your semi-self-selected truth
You must abide by the stylistic conventions
Or be a homeless window-licker of the in-group
Our band should be your band
Playing vibey surfy indie for fraternity rapists It's my hobby! And we are too scared to boo
Thou shalt not be rude
We will include the masses of the lobbyists
And astroturfing copyist 10-second flesh puppet prudes
What's the difference between them and you?
If you
Can't beat them to death
Join them
Join them
The watchful handheld cameras
Make us foam at the mouth
For a formula
To turn our anecdotes into physics
Iconoclastic icons parsed a thousand years of dialogue
They have gargled your archives, with utmost certainty
You are, by one point, more f*cked up than me
Face the firing squad pundits, you wholeheartedly believe
In their backward bullets' legacy of blistering neutrality
At least try to freshen up
For your pretender's pop quiz
It's just a social thing
A vital battery by which we continue to move
Prove it to yourself
Prove it to the tumor
Evidence for all to know
We're getting along just fine
Prod the cattle into line
For the brand of opposition
From the shaved silver screen
Halloween harlot machine
And let's see what these milk-white Austinites have to say about Cabrini-Green
Toting canned water all-father scepters they are screaming over me
(So it goes)
Résumé rats
(So it goes)
Socialite scabs
(So it goes)
Formerly aristocrats
(So it goes)
Momentary poorists
(So it goes)
Self-destructive nonconformists
(So it goes)
In infinite performance
(So it goes)
All are proud informants
Propaganda started your rebellion
(I am the only truth)
Within artificial lines they've drawn for you
(I am the only truth)
Content with castration cordoned off from the collective
(I am the only truth)
We have lost the will to move
We have lost the will to move
We have lost the will to move
We have lost the will to move
We have lost the will to move
I forgot my keys
I would've gotten away with it
Had I not been seen by the next-door entities
And now the well-equipped immediate response force
Harpoons habeas corpus through my spleen
And I am lectured on my Lin Manuel Miranda rights
And why I should behave like Mr. Beast
They will make me an example
In their next edition etiquette
And I am sorry they feel that way
And they feel sorry for my loss of my life
No one can help it
Our life should be your life
You're only as good as your semi-self-selected truth
You must abide by the stylistic conventions
Or be a homeless window-licker of the in-group
Our band should be your band
Playing vibey surfy indie for fraternity rapists It's my hobby! And we are too scared to boo
Thou shalt not be rude
We will include the masses of the lobbyists
And astroturfing copyist 10-second flesh puppet prudes
What's the difference between them and you?
If you
Can't beat them to death
Join them
Join them
The watchful handheld cameras
Make us foam at the mouth
For a formula
To turn our anecdotes into physics
Iconoclastic icons parsed a thousand years of dialogue
They have gargled your archives, with utmost certainty
You are, by one point, more f*cked up than me
Face the firing squad pundits, you wholeheartedly believe
In their backward bullets' legacy of blistering neutrality
At least try to freshen up
For your pretender's pop quiz
It's just a social thing
A vital battery by which we continue to move
Prove it to yourself
Prove it to the tumor
Evidence for all to know
We're getting along just fine
Prod the cattle into line
For the brand of opposition
From the shaved silver screen
Halloween harlot machine
And let's see what these milk-white Austinites have to say about Cabrini-Green
Toting canned water all-father scepters they are screaming over me
(So it goes)
Résumé rats
(So it goes)
Socialite scabs
(So it goes)
Formerly aristocrats
(So it goes)
Momentary poorists
(So it goes)
Self-destructive nonconformists
(So it goes)
In infinite performance
(So it goes)
All are proud informants
Propaganda started your rebellion
(I am the only truth)
Within artificial lines they've drawn for you
(I am the only truth)
Content with castration cordoned off from the collective
(I am the only truth)
We have lost the will to move
We have lost the will to move
We have lost the will to move
We have lost the will to move
We have lost the will to move
Writer: Joe Carr
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid