so  how  you  fuckin’  feeling  tonight?

we’re  (insert  name  here)  from  unimportant,

and  i’m  about  to  mimic  some  image  of  a  rock  and  roll  singer  i  have  under  lock  and  key.

without  the  faintest  hint  of  irony

that  i’m  flashing  my  pearly  whites  to  sustain  my  mediocrity.

so  is  everyone  having  a  good  time  tonight?

good,  i’m  glad  (i  couldn’t  actually  care  less).

you  guys  are  the  best  crowd  that  we’ve  ever  seen,

seen  with  these  old  dead  eyes.

blind  to  the  stage  or  even  my  own  lies.

so  hey  ho,  let’s  go.  let’s  start  this  contemptible  "rock"  show.

blinding  lights  to  hide  the  hand  up  our  ass  in  this  puppet-sock  show.

two  sewn  on  eyes,  repurposed  and  made  new,

torn  from  an  aging  suit  for  a  sense  of  déjà  vu.

thumb  underbite.  i  bite  my  fucking  thumb,

and  hope  you  catch  a  thread,  and  slowly  come  undone.

an  illusion  seldom  spoken.  an  understanding  between  you  and  i

that  the  ground  that  you  stand  on  is  somehow  less  than  mine.

an  allusion  to  a  broken  home,

left  on  the  street  and  chilled  to  the  bone.

so  hey,  we  still  feeling  good?

now  you  comprehend  our  complex  relationship  -  consumer/consumed.

you’re  just  some  stupid  kid  and  i’m  a  megalomaniac.

shedding  defenses  for  an  honest  creation.

placing  yourself  in  the  stocks  on  the  strap.

you’re  disgracing  your  effort  by  conforming  to  textbook

performance  of  music  to  fill  in  the  gaps,

and  it’s  bullshit.

it’s  bullshit.  be  honest,  this  can’t  be  what  you  wanted,

if  what  you  write  about  means  anything  to  you.

rather  than  pure  vanity,  people  might  connect  with  sincerity.

don’t  just  pray  the  next  generation  learns  from  our  mistakes.

let’s  not  repackage  the  same  old  performance.

original  content  is  so  much  more  rewarding.

let’s  not  repackage  the  same  old  performance.

original  content  is  so  much  more  rewarding.

i  know  that  it  might  be  quite  cliché,

but  if  all  the  world  is  in  fact  a  stage,

then  this  stage  -  this  here  goddamn  stage  -

might  just  be  all  the  world.