[Refrain]

This song's to ear as candiru’s to cock

The bland display elicits beige response

Regurgitated talking points for a like-minded audience

Ad nauseam

[Verse 1]

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

[Refrain]

Some cosmic satirist with space as page and stars as ink

Kills off your character

Still the inspiration drips

[Verse 2]

Sit in a circle, naked and eager

We all take turns pretending we 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

[Chorus]

There is no message of the profound

In any top from which I spout

A jargon-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 its tail, an endless loop

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]

After "blank" 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