“Freedom-Seekin’ Truth Spitter” lyrics

[shouted]
“What does every soul in a dystopia want to be?”
“A freedom-seekin’ truth spiral!”
“Atta, everyone!”

There’s the carnage of your violence
Lift every voice and sing “The Sound of Silence”
Every appeal you make
Every spike you stake
Into the ground becomes another beacon for somethin’

Freedom-seekin’ truth spitters
Have to spit the truth about what they seek
Freedom from (“badness, badness”)
Said even freedom-seekin’ truth spitters
Have to spit the truth ’bout
What they seek refuge from (“badness, badness”)

Badness is death, decay, and nourishment by feces
From folly’s disorder (oh, what a joke we’ve become as a species)
Every appeal you make?
Every spire you stake?
Into the ground becomes a beacon for somethin’

Even freedom-seekin’ truth spitters
Have to spit the truth ’bout what they seek
Conclusions from (“badness, badness”)
Said even freedom-seekin’ truth spitters
Have to spit the truth ’bout
What they seek shelter from (“madness, madness”)
Is it possible
Ev’ry voice is actually
Equally bad
Like an equal mass of sad?
Then how do you explain
Anything
Actually

It’s a crisis of authority (our classics—it’s tragic)
In the 21st century (our ardor—our sadness)
Like a wall of sound (our mistakes—they’re massive)
Swimmin’ in orders of magnitude
Of badness (it’s madness)
“Laugh,” I say angrily
Be at one with the fabulous
Spittin’ the spittle of fear
On the most frightened man
In the 21st century

Your intensity can give Christ headaches

[bad karaoke singing]
“Her hands are never cold!”

Freedom-seekin’ truth spitters
Have to spit the truth ’bout what they seek
Unity from (“badness, badness”)
Said even freedom-seekin’ truth spitters
Have to speak the truth ’bout
What they seek refuge in (“badness, badness”)
Said freedom-seekin’ truth spitters
Have to spit the truth ’bout where they seek
Stability from (“badness, badness”)
Said even freedom-seekin’ truth spitters
Have to spit the truth ’bout
What they seek freedom from (“badness, badness”)

Scrapin’ a pinnacle
You can scrape all day
Like toenail fungus flutterin’ our way
Scrapin’ at a pinnacle
I love free speech
Since I know
I’ll always win
Sorry to break it to you