Dance and laugh and play. Ignore the message we convey.

It seems we're only here to entertain. A rebellion

cut-to-fit. Well 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 some-

thing to confide. We strive 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 served by this soapbox

that YOU made. That YOU made.

Hope, perserverence: 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)