Lyrics

I’ll be dead a long time
Before they put me in the ground
But I can’t help resisting the coffin nails
Maybe there’s a corner left
That hasn’t been made round
A production flaw negating a sale

It’s harder than we think
To tell the difference between
What is truth and what is narrative
All these jerking knees
Burn forests to save trees
See: Diminish dissonance; cognitive

Why would we rather break than bend?
I wish there was a devil
So I could blame it all on him
Why the disconnect between the heart and the head?
A star is no less beautiful
Just because it’s dead

I’ve wondered to myself
If I should bite the hand that feeds
If the other hand holds a gun to my head
No matter how much you eat
It’s always there in your periphery
Reminding you the cost of the bread

Why would we rather break than bend?
I wish there was a devil
So I could blame it all on him
Why the disconnect between the heart and the head?
A star is no less beautiful
Just because it’s dead