fuck genius what s an artist dead words devoid of meaning let s drop them i know where they can go your neck is blocking the hole let s start from zero now listen close this is the rip the scream that ignites the world we re slaves to radios we re not worth shit to talk to this is the pen that won t cauterize the wound whose plan to follow it feels like your own it s an insult you ve fallen for it it feels like your own your anthem s as jaded as its source the anemic the pale the sullen an album s evidence i believed that shit here stuck in radios no one s worth shit to talk to these were my heroes now they re all jokes this is the rip the scream that ignites the world we re slaves to radios we re not worth shit to talk to this is the pen that won t cauterize the wound whose plan to follow it feels like your own it s an insult you ve fallen for it it feels like your own your anthem s as jaded as its source the ceiling is waiting the ceiling is waiting and you follow like it mattered if you did and it dropped you on your head cause you took yourself for granted heartless and headstrong jump right over those bodies life s a race it s an obstacle course hide but you ll never have a choice when you go they would have noticed you if they had known but you re fucked they ll only love when you re gone or barely hanging on to all your organs and dignity while you re rotting in hospitals don t believe it it s not your fault you re just worthless you re one in a million where s god the ornaments the holiday songs whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta johns don t believe them you re not worthless it s us against billions and we can take them all but we can take them on