| [00:22.17] | Your skull on a network broadcast. |
| [00:24.55] | Sweaty palms holding a bloody hall pass. |
| [00:27.17] | Show their faces so they keep on watching. |
| [00:29.56] | If silence shows up then just talk though it. |
| [00:33.63] | Endless echoes in a big old hallway we rot in. |
| [00:38.02] | We report and you die. |
| [00:40.78] | We even let you speak for us, you worthless piece fo shit. |
| [00:45.60] | Just shut up. Shut up. Just shut the fuck up. |
| [00:48.28] | You don't even know what you're saying. |
| [00:52.41] | I can't think while I'm staring at the screen. |
| [01:02.22] | Our lifeless trophy, fixated and unaware. |
| [01:07.47] | Blinded with pride, becoming the enemy. |
| [01:12.72] | While the amputee salutes and the lynch mob ties their noose. |
| [01:17.91] | We can't help but drown before the ship even starts to sink. |
| [01:31.23] | |
| [01:35.16] | I can't think while I"m staring at the screen. |
| [01:57.44] | |
| [01:58.19] | The days turn to weeks, maybe we'll find a way. |
| [02:04.88] | And I'm not getting sleep. |
| [02:05.94] | I'm not fucking sleeping. |
| [02:06.69] | I've ground down my teeth till they're dust. |
| [02:07.82] | But you need me, I'm telling you this. |
| [02:13.19] | We'll burn down our house together. Together. |
| [02:27.13] | We're fucked. |
| [02:31.70] | Every man for himself. |
| [02:35.13] | Our currency is ignorance. |
| [02:39.95] | And we've been doing just fine. |
| [02:42.82] | We'll keep rewarding ourselves for economic genocide. |
| [02:56.82] | |
| [02:59.88] | I can't think while I'm staring at the screen. |
| [03:05.72] | The days turn to weeks. |
| [03:06.97] | Maybe we'll find a way. |