All this work just to delay What'll only happen anyway (Bemusing Confusing We choose what You call losing) If sincerity is too cliché Then it doesn't matter what you say (Lost youth in Post truth land Crossed fingers On a dead hand) Feels like a nightmare But I can't sleep We pray the right prayers But we won't attack Sit back and watch evil grow Lost in the whirlpool But help's dirt cheap It's kind to be cruel When your heart's jet black Sit back and watch evil grow Post post post modernity 20 layers deep in irony What's it all supposed to be? Doesn't really matter much to me