Sage Francis - Good Fashion lyrics

Dark lenses
Tint the windows that are under my eyelids
To hide from the light like I'm
Stuck in a fire pit burning up a sigh
With no desire to live through these lies
So I suffer in silence culture of violence
Truth stuck behind my lips
Bound, gagged, and whipped, stripped
Divided and split
Eatin' words with a forked tounge
And now the grumble of my stomache's got
The thump of a war drum
A battle goin' on inside
Nobody's safe from
Clowns are playing Russian roulette
With paint guns they run in place
And they call it the human race
Losin' pace with that stupid
Look on their face, shootin' blanks

And all they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell them is hell
It's good fashion
All they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell them is, hell

We're acting like men of steel
With a thin protective shield
Gathering the raw footage that can
Never make the final reel
So we cover up the stories that eyes tell
Make way for what we take to the grave
It doesn't bind both souls
Buried in a Faustian bargain bin
In the cemetary there's a joust
Between God and men
Talkin' loud, but ain't sayin' nothin
Used to have daily discussions
I doubt we'll ever talk again

And all they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell them is hell
It's good fashion
All they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell them is, hell