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This song is to ear as candiru is to cock The bland display elicits beige response Regurgitated talking points for a like-minded audience Ad nauseam Adopt a posture Apply aggression The moon still came out tonight I haven't changed anything Candles all go out Breath abandons lung The waves still push and pull Still you haven’t changed anything The tired lines of us With ashen foreheads Remember you are dust And to dust you shall return Some cosmic satirist With space as page and stars as ink Kills off your character Still the inspiration drips Sit in a circle Naked and eager We all take turns pretending SongtexteWe say anything important Learn to tell the difference Between white noise and applause A universal eye roll And how we all tire of My masquerading As an "artist" The sun cares not for "art" It will rise and fall regardless There is no message of the profound In any top from which I spout A jargo-cum-monument built with self in mind Mosaic of erections rise in perfect sync with jurisdiction Or lack thereof The influence A serpent swallowing its tail An endless loop There is no old, young, in between Just flesh in constant state of change There is no reason for this song The impetus is blossomed on instinct's pink, electric soil History is luxury A serpent swallowing it's tail An endless loop After _____ years of eyes shut, stumbling There’s one thing I've come to understand How bought and sold you are How bought and sold I am With bland, adult geometry The self strung flaccid between two states suspended Each limb tied onto a different horse That which once showed me its bed Now shows me the door Foul jest in passing So stop me if you've heard this one: "My thoughts on faux expression For lack of a more eloquent term The capital speaks now In faked orgasm smirk" Save applause for the end A circle has none Aus Songtexte Mania