Scoundrels

All our friends have, have sponsors In the hope to attract a national brand Sum your values up on a postcard Hide the long, the long words under stamps I'm praying for wisdom, a better physician While softly blaspheming in the brace position And every professional, checking the sensible Barely detectable, flawed by a scoundrel's design And I fall, oh, I tend to fall sometimes Though I'm tall But I can't access Heaven if I tried No, I won't get to Heaven in this life I could lie awake, oh God, how I used to lie awake And listen to repetition In my dreams I'm chased, well, at least when I dream them Not since my carbon emissions, oh I've taken to listless, I've been preconditioned To misdiagnosing myself to remission We hunt down this villain, condemned to perdition Worn down by attrition and flawed by a scoundrel's design And I fall, oh, I tend to fall sometimes Though I'm tall But I can't access Heaven if I tried No, I won't get to Heaven in this life So what's it even mean To be accepted by the scene And doubt your worth in magazines And lend your life to ketamine? You know that And I could see the woods if not for all these fucking trees And we're so hounded by a cure That's for a separate disease He lights the sparkler, prays it dies Another threat, he stays inside There's no more meaning to the highs There's only viewing platforms built to watch it burn I'm not sure if it's purpose anymore But I know this, despite my wish, a scoundrel's all I'll ever