The Rip

Fuck genius, what's an artist? Dead words devoid of meaning, let's drop them I know where they can go, your neck is blocking the hole Let's start from zero, now listen close This is the rip, the scream that ignites the world We're slaves to radios, we're not worth shit to talk to This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound Whose plan to follow? It feels like your own It's an insult, you've fallen for it It feels like your own Your anthem's as jaded as its source The anemic, the pale, the sullen An album's evidence, I believed that shit Here stuck in radios, no one's worth shit to talk to These were my heroes, now they're all jokes This is the rip, the scream that ignites the world We're slaves to radios, we're not worth shit to talk to This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound Whose plan to follow? It feels like your own It's an insult, you've fallen for it It feels like your own Your anthem's as jaded as its source The ceiling is waiting The ceiling is waiting And you follow like it mattered if you did And it dropped you on your head 'cause you took yourself for granted Heartless and headstrong Jump right over those bodies, life's a race, it's an obstacle course Hide But you'll never have a choice when you go They would have noticed you if they had known But you're fucked They'll only love when you're gone, or barely hanging on To all your organs and dignity while you're rotting in hospitals Don't believe it, it's not your fault You're just worthless, you're one in a million Where's God? The ornaments, the holiday songs Whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta-johns Don't believe them, you're not worthless It's us against billions and we can take them all But we can take them on