Absurdity / Atrocity
A conclusion in search of evidence
A solution looking for problems
A vivid memory of something never seen
A difference without distinction
You've fallen so behind
You think you're in first
When you don't have a spine
It's easy to bend backwards
Getting high on your own supply
What a time to be alive, my friend
The top of my lungs, the end of my nerves
I hope this finds you well
Easy to satisfy and quick to forget
You can't unring this bell
At the end of the day
Commit new sins in modern ways
It remains to be seen
If your ways match your means
Angels dance on the heads of pins
With abundance of caution
Drowning in dopamine
Can't help from
Getting high on your own supply
What a time to be alive, my friend
Saying the quiet part out loud
You're foaming at the mouth, again
If you can believe in absurdities
Then you can commit these atrocities
Saying the quiet part out loud
Getting high on your own supply
What a time to be alive, my friend
Saying the quiet part out loud
You're foaming at the mouth, again
Believe the myth of your importance
Wear your crown of bullets
Battle lines are drawn
I'd believe you but then we'd both be wrong
If you can believe in absurdities
Then you can commit these atrocities
A solution looking for problems
A vivid memory of something never seen
A difference without distinction
You've fallen so behind
You think you're in first
When you don't have a spine
It's easy to bend backwards
Getting high on your own supply
What a time to be alive, my friend
The top of my lungs, the end of my nerves
I hope this finds you well
Easy to satisfy and quick to forget
You can't unring this bell
At the end of the day
Commit new sins in modern ways
It remains to be seen
If your ways match your means
Angels dance on the heads of pins
With abundance of caution
Drowning in dopamine
Can't help from
Getting high on your own supply
What a time to be alive, my friend
Saying the quiet part out loud
You're foaming at the mouth, again
If you can believe in absurdities
Then you can commit these atrocities
Saying the quiet part out loud
Getting high on your own supply
What a time to be alive, my friend
Saying the quiet part out loud
You're foaming at the mouth, again
Believe the myth of your importance
Wear your crown of bullets
Battle lines are drawn
I'd believe you but then we'd both be wrong
If you can believe in absurdities
Then you can commit these atrocities
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Writer(s): Christopher Matalone
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