Ecce Homo

Okay i think by now we've established
Everything is inherently worthless
There's nothing in the universe
With any kind of objective purpose
And you could scream for a hundred years
Split that sky with a thousand curses
To tell the evil that men do
Honey you wouldn't even scratch the surface

Still many implications
Not enough time to make them explicit
Too many generalizations
Not enough time to make specific
And i spread my vile seed
From the atlantic to the pacific
Now i'm begging you on my knees
Please don't make me get down and sniff it

It's that my god my comfort above
Surely i'd be more complicit
?

I was born into this and now i'm dying because of it
Yes it's us against them again smashing the system into the dirt
Now we got the brown m&ms put the whole thing onto a tshirt
I heard about audry and the master's tools
Something about joe chasing a storm and the mud
I coulda swore I saw the lord of the strummers
Standing on a ladder to sow mind with the sludge?
And it's a such weird world
It feels real wrong smiling
I see the shining sea (? or something?)
I feel more like a living boy the more I live (?)

I heard silvoe white sing about the existential angst (?)
When he ran out of all the problems
Cause the thing about those problems was:
Typical a, more money will solve them
We're breaking out of our bodies now
Trying to see what's underneath them
Or about my pathetic self
What would i say if I ever were to meet him

I feel too guilty of a terrible crime
And I know it was my birth
Do it to the (something da da) on planet earth
I was taken into custody by a janitor

(?)

Look at this youngish man
Already half way off with his pants
He's doing something weird with his hands
He's got a multitude of hour ages planned
And he's still trying to cough what he choked on in the churches
Look at him now loitering in front of a vacant storefront bearded and bedecked in army surplus
No wife's off giving a shit, when everyone's telling him he's full of it
He forgets if he felt oppressed or depressed or which one came first in this crazy mess
If he had taken too much, or not enough or which one was the worst one of this sort of stuff
And he was so so unsure of feeling more?
And that's a lot to say without words
But I know it's a whole lot more than just being bored.
Oh I know it's nothing more than just feeling bored.