The Medium (Bureau Remix)

Crack Cloud P-O-P and R-O-C-K this is how it goes It's these four chords that everybody knows Catchy platitudes for the restless mind Peppy plastic melodies we hear all the time It’s a song about Billy yeah he's gone downtown But to his surprise Sally's not around The story’s pretty trite and it's been playing all day But we listen anyway The rejects came along in the name of punk rock Borne from a nihilistic self-imposed schlock Cr-cr-cr-crack Cloud blah, blah, blah, blah The medium itself was the message on the block Slendеr figures with the most radical quivers A pеnchant for dissonance that make the normies shiver Who would've thought that the socially reclusive Could be exploited for industry usage When feeling low You go out to a show And you sing along It's somewhere to belong You find your place To heal at your own pace In grimace or in grace Play it as it lays When feeling dread It gets you out your head You feel a raging need To sense the weight of the beat Wear the pain Anger on display And someone smells a profit 'Cause everybody loves it So when the feeling takes a hold I see Nothing matters Matter's made I'm the medium