dance and laugh and play. ignore the message we convey. it seems we're only here to entertain. a rebellion cut-to-fit. 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 something to confide. we stand 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 of this soapbox that you made. that you made. hope, perseverance, 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)
