Let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast We've 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 suckled at its breast Grandiloquent in our attitude, impassioned yet inept Frivolous gavel our design and 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've 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 Of the weeping mothers and those led so blind By the plastic protests and the hands of time And the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind