Don't try to resist, you're coming with us.

Provisions are made, accommodations have been met.

Your words are encoded in the bleak genetics of the mob.

Praise apocrypha - omitted offense - to relieve us of guilt but not of our sin.

We've sacrificed discourse at the feet of your clever turn of phrase.

Now you owe it to us, we demand to be taken aback,

To be shown the revival of hope for which your words are responsible.



Oh, it's the end of the line

I'm cornered by a precedent

The sneering public eye

My job here is done.



You're fucking welcome.



Retract the accolade

The candid acclaim

Inspiration is cutting its loss

Regurgitate headlines or a theory on modern art

You've been fooled again, the red herring's a joke.



I've tried so hard to tell you

That I've tapped the well dry

But there's no word.



Stay wistful and young

The affected are banking on oblivion

In the drone of embittered hope

And we're sold by the way they wrote it.



Oh, it's the end of the line

I'm cornered by a precedent

The sneering public eye.



My job here is done. x2



It is better to destroy than to create what is meaningless.

So the picture will not be finished. Goodnight.