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