Iconoclast - Century

Your skull on a network broadcast

Sweaty palms holding a bloody hall pass

Show their faces so they keep on watching

If silence shows up then just talk though it

Endless echoes in a big old hallway we rot in

We report and you die

We even let you speak for us, you worthless piece fo shit

Just shut up.

Shut up.

Just shut the fuck up

You don’t even know what you’re saying

I can’t think while I’m staring at the screen

Our lifeless trophy, fixated and unaware

Blinded with pride, becoming the enemy

While the amputee salutes and the lynch mob ties their noose

We can’t help but drown before the ship even starts to sink

I can’t think while I"m staring at the screen

The days turn to weeks, maybe we’ll find a way

And I’m not getting sleep

I’m not fucking sleeping

I’ve ground down my teeth till they’re dust

But you need me, I’m telling you this

We’ll burn down our house together.

Together

We’re fucked

Every man for himself

Our currency is ignorance

And we’ve been doing just fine

We’ll keep rewarding ourselves for economic genocide

I can’t think while I’m staring at the screen

The days turn to weeks

Maybe we’ll find a way