I don't know what I am for
But I know what I am against
I'm sickened to death by men
I'm bored to death with myself
I'm sick of the narratives
I'm done with apologies
I'm sick of conspiracies
The truth is a dead disease
I can't breathe when I hate this much
I'm gonna burn all my fucking flags
I sound like a dying cause
I won't listen anymore
Even our dreams are intellectual
Like an ancient stone circle
Tightly bound to a rigid dogma
Will they last or take us under?
Even our screams are intravenous
I'm so ashamed of my self-censoring
Why do I feel old and vulnerable?
We all know who's responsible
Even our dreams are intellectual
Like an ancient stone circle
Tightly bound to a rigid dogma
Will they last or take us under?
Even our dreams are intellectual
Like an ancient stone circle
Tightly bound to a rigid dogma
Will they last or take us under?
