cut it out, your self-inflected pain is getting too routine
the crowds are catching on to the self-afflicted song
well here we go again, the art of acting weak
fall in love to fail, to boost your CD sales
and that CD sales yeah what a hit, you got to repeat it
you gotta sink to swim
if first you dont, you dont succeed
you gotta recreate your misery
cause we all know art is hard
yeah the artists gotta starve
try and fail and try again
the comforts of repetition
keep turnin out those hits
till its all the same old shit
oh, a second verse
well color me fatigued
im hiding in the leaves
of the CD jacket sleeves
tired of entertaining
some double-deaf meaning
a soft served analogy
those drunken angry slurs
in 31 flavors
you gotta sink gotta sink gotta sink to swim
immerse yourself in rejection
regurgitate some sorry tale
about a boy who sells his love affairs
gotta fake fake fake the pain
gotta make make make a scene
gotta break break break a leg
when you get on stage and they scream your name
oh cursive is so cool
you gotta sink gotta sink gotta sink to swim
impersonate greater persons
cause we all know art is hard
and we dont know who we are
hey hey
hey hey
"DogMA" Want is a head rush. All we want is to get out our skin for a while. we have nothing to lose because we dont have any thing. Any thing we want any way. We use to hate people now we just make fun of them..... its more effective that way.
We dont live we just scratch on day to day with nothing but match books and sarcasim in our pockets, and all were waiting for is for somthing worth waiting for. Lets admit America gets the cilebrities we diserve. Just like saying some age old quote because if no one Quotes you..you probubly havent said a thing worth saying.
We need somthing to kill the pain of all that nothing inside..... we all just want to die alil bit.
We fear that pop culture is the only kind of culture were ever gunna have. You wanna stop reading magazines stop watching TV stop careing about HollyWood, but were adicted to the things we hate. we dont run wasington and no one really does, ask not what you can do for your country, ask what your country did to you.
The only reason your still alive is because someone has decided to let you live.
We owe so much money were not broke. Were broke and were so poor we cant even pay attention.
So what do you want you want to be famous..and rich, and happy, but your terrified you have nothing to offer this world, nothing to say and no way to say it, that you can say it in three diffrent languages. you are more than the sum of what you consunme, Disire IS NOT A OCUPATION. You are ultimatly thrilled and deperate, sky high and Fu#%ed. Lets stop praying for someone to save us and start saveing our selves, lets stop this and start over. Lets go out.....Lets get goin.
This is your life this is your Fu*%ing life. we need somthing to kill the pain of all that nothing inside.
Quit whinning if you havent done nothing wrong cuz frankly....you havent done much of anything.
Someones writeing down your mistakes...someones documenting your downfall.
