p*ss & Quiet lyrics

Staring inward all day
Indulgent self-involved navel gaze
A revolution in Belarus
I put my energies to other use

I don't like feeling powerless
It's hard enough staying hydrated
Brain is set for demolition
A bomb vest strapped to my vision

I'm not
One for
Anthems, slogans, or tricks

Simple
Cadence
To sell cheap sh*t

Don't believe a thing
From a man on stage

Wish I could get religion
Some silly suit or submission
But even head wounds won't permit
The kind of buy-in your cult insists
I'm not
One for
Anthems, slogans, or tricks

Simple
Cadence
To sell cheap sh*t

There is
Only
Yourself, myself, and noise

Fear not
Real thought
Pain in the ass but it's all you've got