Dead on Arrival Songtext

Which night will it all go down, where I bleed through the background, breakdowns and all the peoples crying out?
We stand around.
Duck and cover from the pointed fingers.
Stop, drop, and roll from the quick one-liners.
They're at it again, at each other's throats, their voices float like an SOS note in a bottle at the bottom of the deepest ocean.
We set the standards setting ourselves up to be burned alive by the bridges we set.
subject ourselves to objectives.
You carry the weight of the world (to be uplifted).
Some who we swalled whole speak from the hold of lockjaw.
We set out to shut out and shut down and shit on at arm's length.