Drain

I am below the bullshit
Let the pendulum swing
Drive the boat like you stole it
Let's grease up this hate machine

I've got a flare for theatrics
It feels like punching a bruise
I've been getting my ass kicked
But I'm playing to lose

The sock drawer that we're snooping in
The bane of all our inhibitions
The dead horse
It's a blood sport

Yeah, you can dig for pity in the hearts of your peers
Or cover up your eyes and make the world disappear
You can start a fire
And everybody's singing the same stale song
"You gotta go along to get along"

This was as far as my plan went
Smacked up against a wall
It feels like I'm being punished for something
By good folks in scare quotes
In the sequel to politics

"Unanswered Prayers and Crying Fits"
In free fall
Into the chipper with it all
I could really give a fuck about anything
I'm just blowing raspberries and circling the drain
Fucking with what's right front of me
No one can give you peace
No one can take it away
Yeah, we can build a new religion
Write a new alphabet

I'm here justifying the future
Not redeeming the dead
My father says, "You've gotta go along to get along"
And I do
And I do