Testo This Song Is Like Thunder And Lightning In A Wide Open Field

So its seems
We've arrived in a place in time
Where the words you write
Don't mean a goddamn thing
It's embarrassing is all
When the most pedestrian of things to say
Are held in high regard
A car crash is not an art Someday you'll see
These arts and crafts type politicians
With their barrel up to the temple parading this
Hindsight's one motherfucker
How could you pour your heart and soul into this mess
If they start throwing horns I'm cutting off their fingers
I'm seeing stars and picking bullshit out of dialogue
I'm poking holes in stories that inflate what people really are
Stop strangling me because your world will burn, you'll see
Flip the pages til your fucking fingers bleed
These arts and crafts type politicians
With their barrel up to the temple parading this
Hindsight's one motherfucker
How could you pour your heart and soul into this mess
I suggest a new bohemia can burn in hell and all those clinging to it Next up are the starches collars and watch those fucking flames spread
Not predicated, I am medicated to see this through
And right through you
Your predictable vocabulary and your point of view
Will never meet my better side, I'll never welcome you
If they'll hold on at all