Piss & Quiet
Staring inward all day
Indulgent self-involved navel gaze
A revolution in Belarus
I put my energies to other use
I don't like feeling powerless
It's hard enough staying hydrated
Brain is set for demolition
A bomb vest strapped to my vision
I'm not
One for
Anthems, slogans, or tricks
Simple
Cadence
To sell cheap sh*t
Don't believe a thing
From a man on stage
Wish I could get religion
Some silly suit or submission
But even head wounds won't permit
The kind of buy-in your cult insists
I'm not
One for
Anthems, slogans, or tricks
Simple
Cadence
To sell cheap sh*t
There is
Only
Yourself, myself, and noise
Fear not
Real thought
Pain in the ass but it's all you've got
