No End

Nothing cuts through me like
The caterwauling of pop starlets
Or any number of
Fake-ass pretty boys in nice clothes
Singing about partying
As if it were a virtue

Garbage written by committee
And drilled into your head while
You try to live your life
Again and again

There's no end
To the din
There's nowhere
To escape
They always find you

Legion innocents
Hats in hand before tribunals
Begging for the chance
To blend their colors into grey
There is a light inside of me
I can't distill to oh's and whoa's

Can't distract you with my dance moves
There aren't any products sponsoring my song
But I'd shill for the right one

Till the end of my life
Won't pretend there's no price
I'm not immune

Don't bother searching for message or meaning
The words seem significant cause they keep repeating on and on
Ad nauseam

There's no end
To the din
There's nowhere
To escape

Wake me up
Wake me up



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Emerling
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