You know you want to escape.
Vanity controls our world, Our teeth are strait, our hair is curled
Television and radio Keep progression nice and slow
Heroin and coke for rockers The only news we see is shockers
Information is the past, Media is fickle and crass
Blow jobs for the president, Setting a nice precedent
Of reporting shit that doesn’t matter, At the top of every ladder
Lies a (white, Christian, presumably heterosexual) man who stepped on heads While consumers lay in bed
Apathy and ignorance And greedy scams like insurance
Fuck these trends that will not last Fuck the future, fuck the past
Fuck these militaristic moves, Fuck hate, fuck chauvinistic views
Fuck life and lust and intertwinement to this system Fuck confinement to an existence fraught with peril Fire the bullet, aim the arrow
Into the belly of this beast On its innards we shall feast
On 400 we shall baste This gruesome creature, try a taste
A great feast, but at the cusp, its putridness envelops us
Swallow pain that we’ve produced Freedom illusion is induced
Knowledge keeps the beast at bay An exit is the only way
Convey a message
Find an exit
Past this pool- this cesspool.
3 miles deep
400 feet wide
You can’t fucking hide
Find an exit
Rebelling through a corporation Yes, this is a shitty nation
Clairol hair dye, Nike boots My man Jordan scores, he shoots
And I’m not talking about basketball I’m not talking about sports at all
Sex is turned into a game With specific scores and time and place
Brand new pants all leopard-spotted A punk-rock outfit from “Hot Topic”
Image is above all else But not for the well being of the self
All these things we’ve built will fall Courtrooms, houses, friendships, malls
Girls with the sweetest breath, Cuticles and bones and flesh
All of these things deteriorate There is no way to liberate
For permanence does not exist Permanence is death and this
Can be our ending point, A feeling in your elbow joint
Break it off and plant your seed An exit is just what we need
Convey your message.
find an exit
Past this pool- this cesspool.
3 miles deep
400 feet wide
You can’t fucking hide
Find an exit
My exit is you.
find an exit, push yourself further than you ever felt so that finally you can escape from intolerance and hate
Reaching, moving fromit all do whatever you can to tear and crawl, an exit is the only way that any body can stay sane...
In a world so barbaric,
make your exits esoteric,
a bit of hope, it flickers past, enters fast, provides contrast
from the things we've seen and felt, watching as the world melts,
rushing past the yellow tape, I move and make a quick escape