Cosmo Jarvis - Incision lyrics
[Cosmo Jarvis - Incision lyrics]
Hey FBI man
Im so sorry what I'm searching for on google
And I'm sorry i can't find a girl
It's hard to treat you with respect and also
Try and fuck you at the same time
And as I tame aesthetic hungers
For our future I am
Criticised for not playing no games
Within the game world
I am a train i'd rather protest far
From two way narrows of your mainline
Hey MI: 5 guys and
The picketers who's outside
I'm so sorry for my
Facebook conversation threads
But the only way of getting what you want
Is giving up on all that makes you
Makes you stand how'm I 'sposed to hear
Your individualistic propaganda
With individuals screaming what
There interests said?
My state perpetuates a tragic adolescence
Even in the wiser, wiser clans
And ill kiss you goodbye but
I won't ask your permission
And you'll swallow my pride while I
Beat yours into my submission
And they'll call it a stab but
Ill know it's an incision
On the day man's slain by definition
Hey god in heavens if your there
We've served our sentence now
Remove this fear of loss so
We'll be good again
Should i be homosapien or adequately non
Threatening to the status quo?
Would a mute prisoner hope to speak
His captors tongue to ask for
Keys or do his best to
Make the cell bars bend?
Why would the burned protest the blaring of
Their sun without the silence of shadow?
Hey there professor and our
Natures cold confessor you'd
Feel better if your bible
Wasn't bypassed much
I never see you on the street with
Pamphlets holding word for me to ease
Ease my dread i ain't been marching cos my
Back is fucked from arching
'cus my picket signs the weight
Of History's greedy gut
If you are lost inside a maze, you do
Not beg to change it's shape you cut
Cut that hedge
Kiss you goodbye but i
Won't ask your permission
And you'll swallow my pride while I
Beat yours into my submission
And they'll call it a stab but
Ill know it's an incision
On the day, man's slain by definition
Im so sorry what I'm searching for on google
And I'm sorry i can't find a girl
It's hard to treat you with respect and also
Try and fuck you at the same time
And as I tame aesthetic hungers
For our future I am
Criticised for not playing no games
Within the game world
I am a train i'd rather protest far
From two way narrows of your mainline
Hey MI: 5 guys and
The picketers who's outside
I'm so sorry for my
Facebook conversation threads
But the only way of getting what you want
Is giving up on all that makes you
Makes you stand how'm I 'sposed to hear
Your individualistic propaganda
With individuals screaming what
There interests said?
My state perpetuates a tragic adolescence
Even in the wiser, wiser clans
And ill kiss you goodbye but
I won't ask your permission
And you'll swallow my pride while I
Beat yours into my submission
And they'll call it a stab but
Ill know it's an incision
On the day man's slain by definition
Hey god in heavens if your there
We've served our sentence now
Remove this fear of loss so
We'll be good again
Should i be homosapien or adequately non
Threatening to the status quo?
Would a mute prisoner hope to speak
His captors tongue to ask for
Keys or do his best to
Make the cell bars bend?
Why would the burned protest the blaring of
Their sun without the silence of shadow?
Hey there professor and our
Natures cold confessor you'd
Feel better if your bible
Wasn't bypassed much
I never see you on the street with
Pamphlets holding word for me to ease
Ease my dread i ain't been marching cos my
Back is fucked from arching
'cus my picket signs the weight
Of History's greedy gut
If you are lost inside a maze, you do
Not beg to change it's shape you cut
Cut that hedge
Kiss you goodbye but i
Won't ask your permission
And you'll swallow my pride while I
Beat yours into my submission
And they'll call it a stab but
Ill know it's an incision
On the day, man's slain by definition