Dance and laugh and play Ignore the message we convey It seems we're only here to entertain A rebellion cut-to-fit Well I refuse to be the soundtrack to it While we entertain we're still knee-deep in shit There's something wrong inside We've played it safe, enjoyed the ride You won't like this but I have something to confide We strive for something more than a faded sticker on a skateboard Now we've rained on your parade and we're out the door And I don't even care any fucking more Witness this pair in accomplice Witness a pair; lethargic, unconscious No brows furrowed in question, complacent, completing their tasks (no questions asked) Consider this critic a cretin Just resting on laurels (completely invented) Word acrobatics performed with both harness and net I am so full of shit But I will remain until this self-awareness fades Until I defeat the the purpose served by this soapbox that you made That you made