I'm spending some time in the forest, sleeping in the dirt
I'd call it soul searching but I treasure the ambiguous
It's more of all inclusive whateverthefuck
I felt like getting in touch with my primitive side
The concept is a gnawing rat behind my drywall brain
Something inside repressed by social structure
Everything was going pretty well
I found a squirrel, slow clap, am I right?
Cut the cute little ******* open
and fed myself with the grace of a sick dog
Shortly after I felt better about my masculinity
it's been cheapened so many times before
In that moment, I went for a little stroll
I stumbled upon that tree we carved our names in
the symbol of our love held up nicely
Unlike the practice and actuality
In this moment, I wonder what lime disease tastes like
Then, casually, I remove my matchbook from my pocket
along with the kerosene from my bag
I circle the tree, covering it as far as I can reach
Distributing it in the way a child tosses autumn leaves
on the last day of fall
I smile, watching the flames meet the sky
Sharing mutual agony with the tree
I am cynical
I am heartbroken
I am on fire

Cat videos, hate speech, and ****
is what the internet adorns
Show me motion picture ****
and racist scumbags throwing fits
Entertain me to no end
make me feel like filth again
Oh, I love you internet
your hearts inept
but I'm still wet

You measure your self worth
on insufficient evidence
of what you have accomplished
when that word is ******* relative
as if the things we do
are black and white
and everything you do
is simply right

No I can't comprehend
your views on virtue
and it's not common sense
for me to be like you
but you won't think it through
your skulls thick and askew

You live like your opinions
are a law they're multifarious
But what you say is so dogmatic
man you just you can't notice it
as if the things you say
are etched in stone
if only ****** like you
would stay at home

No I can't comprehend
your views on virtue
and it's not common sense
for me to be like you
but you won't think it through
no, you won't think it through

Passion is excessive effort
when you gotta leave you bed
All my thoughts were once on fire
then I strangled them to death

I see this world through a thick lens
of blinding apathy
Not because I couldn't care less
just because it helps me sleep

It's a clinical indifference, baby, bask in your dispassion
Clinical Indifference, let your lethargy become your guide

Action is a senseless venture
When you can't perceive an end
All my words are now required
to solicit emptiness

I see a stranger in your eyes
who I have known for years
Not cause I couldn't care less
it's just companionship breeds fear

It's a clinical indifference, baby, bask in your dispassion
Clinical Indifference, let your lethargy become your guide

Call to arms against the normless social effigy
nailed to metaphoric cross for signs of anomie
Bathe now son, in *******'s blood
now dripping from his cheek
We define the deviance
and he's the enemy

He had it coming
He was different
Kick his head in

He had it coming
He was different
Kick his head in

Fall in line behind the prophet of disparaging
Raised onto a pedestal for crushing vermin's dreams
Graze now son, in fruitful fields
that tend your every need
we live with abundance
while the rats are chewing seeds

He had it coming
He was different
Kick his head in

He had it coming
He was different
Kick his head in