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