The Lost Art of Shutting Up

Get out of the race, kid
You're fucking wasted
All the dirt and sweat
That you tasted
Was a waste of guts
You created

Can we frame this rage
Set it out as distressed consolation
A blue ribbon at the end
A life free from self-accusation

Take a breath in the ditch
Take a seat at the side of the action
Everyone's ahead of your placement
Everyones so sick of the mayhem

Lets interject
Get off record, find yourself speechless
Let's intersect
Go faint go faint go faint go



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Hicks
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