Fuck genius. What's an artist? Dead words devoid
of meaning. Let's drop them. I know where they can
go, but your neck is blocking the hole. Let's
start from zero. Now, listen close. This is a rip:
"The scream that ignites the world?"
We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to
talk to. This is the pen that won't cauterize the
wound. Whose plan to follow? It feels like your
own. It's an insult. You've fallen for it. It
feels like your own. It's your anthem, as jaded as
its source. The anemic. The pale, the sullen. An
albumis evidence. I believed that shit. Here,
stuck in radios. No one's worth shit to talk to.
These were my heroes. Now they're all jokes. This
is a rip. 'The scream that ignites the
world?" We're slaves to radios. We're not
worth shit to talk to. This is the pen that won't
cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow? It
feels like your own. Itis an insult. You've fallen
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/j2cfor it. It feels like your own. It's your anthem,
as jaded as its source. The ceiling is waiting.
And you follow like it mattered if you did. And it
dropped you on your head cuz you took yourself for
granted. Heartless and headstrong. Jump right over
the bodies. Life's a race. It's an obstacle
course. Hide, but you'll never have a choice when
you go. They would have noticed you if they had
known, but you're fucked. They'll only love you
when you're gone, or barely hanging on to all your
organs and dignity while you're rotting in
hospitals. Don't believe it? It's not your fault.
You're just worthless. You're one in a million.
Where is god? The ornament, the holiday song
whored out on reading materials in latrines and
porta-johns? Don't believe this. You're not
worthless. It's us against millions and we can't
take them all. But we can take them on.