Million Dead - The Kids Are Going to Love It lyrics
[Million Dead - The Kids Are Going to Love It lyrics]
If I can't feel
(on a given day) the way I wanted to
The temptation hit's my grip it could slip
I could give it up
But, if I can't feel
(on a given day) the way I wanted to
I won't cheapen myself
I won't be patronized by lethargy
And it would be nice to
Answer questions with a capsule
But, I don't deem myself that simple minded
And it would be nice to
Untie knots with single gestures
But, I keep on drawing blood
And it would be nice to think oblivion
Was a challenge instead of an excuse
You built yourself a sociocultural trap
Launched an attack on your
Subconscious ruby ridge
If you get what you want you
Can't play Hamlet to the balcony
The ultimate expression of consumerism
The wholesale commodification of sensation
The ultimate rejection of asceticism
The doors of perception kicked in
The ultimate acceptance of conservatism
A fierce passion subsumed and corrupted
The ultimate bisection of ethicalism
As you imbibe the denial of choice
If I can see straight I can't lie
Let's put an end to this falsehood
To the conception that this is different
Misunderstood and misconstrued alternative
Only in vocabulary
You leave the office on a Friday
Swap one glazed expression for another
For 48 hours in elaborate gilded
Costumes at the masquerade warehouse
(on a given day) the way I wanted to
The temptation hit's my grip it could slip
I could give it up
But, if I can't feel
(on a given day) the way I wanted to
I won't cheapen myself
I won't be patronized by lethargy
And it would be nice to
Answer questions with a capsule
But, I don't deem myself that simple minded
And it would be nice to
Untie knots with single gestures
But, I keep on drawing blood
And it would be nice to think oblivion
Was a challenge instead of an excuse
You built yourself a sociocultural trap
Launched an attack on your
Subconscious ruby ridge
If you get what you want you
Can't play Hamlet to the balcony
The ultimate expression of consumerism
The wholesale commodification of sensation
The ultimate rejection of asceticism
The doors of perception kicked in
The ultimate acceptance of conservatism
A fierce passion subsumed and corrupted
The ultimate bisection of ethicalism
As you imbibe the denial of choice
If I can see straight I can't lie
Let's put an end to this falsehood
To the conception that this is different
Misunderstood and misconstrued alternative
Only in vocabulary
You leave the office on a Friday
Swap one glazed expression for another
For 48 hours in elaborate gilded
Costumes at the masquerade warehouse