this song is about self-absorbed people
some of you care. you speak out and you act out.
and to those who do, thanks.
jesus takes care of us
but he's not mentally prepared for us
our rose wine and
ice nine is making him scared of us
i don't help feed the poor
instead i go to a building that i pay for
with stained glass windows and hardwood floors
and mine makes so much more sense than yours
we crucified kurt cobain
the last guy whoever said anything worth anything
i still hear it, smells like CIA spirit
but that was like years ago
those non-phat motherfuckin years ago
and now the cat's got everyone's ears ya know
and not all guys like britney spears ya know
and that's the problem with being apathetic
there's talent under this
homogenization in front of us
but money greased wheels and
the enemy's not gonna come hunt for us
i don't help heal the world
i'm too caught up
trying to ressemble a Gibson girl
GQ model role trend disease
binge magazine ads hurl fantasies
boring old third world thing
i bet they wonder if we're still listening
keep listening, you'll still hear it
don't pretend to be deaf and you'll hear it
enter neutrality, i'm just lost in my own reality
too busy at work for these trivialities
but yer in my prayers as a formality