It seems we're only here to entertain. A rebellion
cut-to-fit. Well 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 some-
thing to confide. We strive 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 served by this soapbox
that YOU made. That YOU made.
  Hope, perserverence: 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)