The Medium

P O P and R O C K this is how It goes
Its 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
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you blah blah blah blah
The medium itself was the message on the block
Slender figures with the most radical quivers
A penchant 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
When the feeling takes a hold I see
Nothing matters
Matter's made
I'm the medium