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Surfacing the shallow end I find you in a sec
Like a bull in a china shop of a cliché retrospect
If you're the one, why's your band wagon full?
And you're the sun, how come you're so dull?
Do you know the band that is bleeding from speakers?
You say this life means nothing; this life could not be bleaker
Who are you kidding little liar? Can tell your legs are hot with fire
I'm provoked to criticize, but such hate is not desired
You're subversively intending to cause your own defeat
Your life won't produce a lemon so you pucker to the sweet
And you are just but a swindler, I've got swinging from my finger
And I'm flicking through this book of answers but nothing seems too simpler

I've grown lax in these years, heedless and unmindful
These sacrificial fears we have no time for
But you see the points of teeth, fluorescently elite
It started with just splashing feet but now you're in too deep

To me you look like you've never seen a crook
Like me you could be so inconsistently
Conceived to be leave that I'm wrong in what I said
To you I am but dead from all the statements I have bled

And your book is black to match the lining of your heart
Have you considered yet, pealing that black apart?
Beneath its surface it is clean, but you choose to still to demean
Subculture diminished by the fact you spit on our off scene

Our offbeat is bitten off, beaten to a pulpy broth
Boiled beneath the sun to run to the sewers as if run off
Scratched at the barest scalp, you scalpel, mash, open, shout
Pout the words of a spoiled sprout vomited from your mouth

I've grown lax in these years, heedless and unmindful
These sacrificial fears we find we have no time for
But you see the points of teeth, fluorescently elite
It started with just splashing feet but now you're in too deep

To me you look like you've never seen a crook
Like me you could be so inconsistently
Conceived to be leave that I'm wrong in what I said
To you I am but dead from all the statements I have bled

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from Stop Talking. Start Building Robots., released May 8, 2017

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