Don't try to resist, you're coming with us. Provisions are made, accommodations have been met. Your words are encoded in the bleak genetics of the mob. Praise apocrypha - omitted offense - to relieve us Of guilt but not of our sin. We've sacrificed discourse at the feet of your clever turn of phrase. Now you owe it to us, we demand to be taken aback To be shown the revival of hope for which your words are responsible. Oh, it's the end of the line I'm cornered by a precedent The sneering public eye My job here is done You're fucking welcome... Retract the accolade The candid acclaim Inspiration is cutting its loss Regurgitate headlines or a theory on modern art You've been fooled again, the red herring's a joke I've tried so hard to tell you That I've tapped the well dry But there's no word Stay wistful and young The affected are banking on oblivion In the drone of embittered hope And we're sold by the way they wrote it Oh, it's the end of the line I'm cornered by a precedent The sneering public eye My job here is done x2 It is better to destroy than to create what is meaningless. So the picture will not be finished... Goodnight.