Let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast
We have seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea
Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease
The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary

We've nestled in its hollow and we've succkled at its breast
Grandiloquent in attitude, impassioned yet inept
Frivolous gavel our design, ludicrous our threat
Excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less

So what does it mean?
When we tell ourselves it's only for a while we have been deceived
And it's only for a moment that the treasures of our day
Make life easier to complicate, the treasure thrown away

I'm so tired of all the fucked up minds
Of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines
Of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes
And the weeping mothers and those who aree led som blind
From the plastic protests and the hands of time
And the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind