Pacific to Be Specific

We are buying into something we say we don't want a part of

And we're all trying to put our fingers on emotions we can't place

And we're all dying from those things we put into our bodies

And we're all lying to ourselves when we say it's all coming together

So let's burn down those bridges and grow into our britches

And rip out painful stitches

And make beauty for the sake of sanity

And let's mark our territories and get good at telling stories

About our long-strived glories that aren't true

But sure as hell resemble the truth

And let's go to the art walk and bring our box cutters

And we'll cut those mother fuckers that wear the wrong gang colors

We'll go to The Loft at Fifth Roosevelt

And set it up like the carter projects

And show those fuckers hell

And we must wash the taste of cum out of our teeth