Let this be another angst-ridden album
Let it be another band that tugs at your heartstrings
When you're alone
It's nothing but a quick fix
The lyrics from your favorite songs
are the things that just can't save you from
Vicious cycles of self-deprecation coupled with
Victims and assholes that feed into that masochistic mindset
Vicious cycles, and they're capitalizing off of you
Sat in a room full of pseudo-intellectuals
Having a conversations about emotion and
It's role in the music we play
In the music of our day
They said they prefered the grunge rock era
Like that was much better (lol)
After all, we are like noises inside a hall
That reverberate all across these walls
After all, we don't sustain for long
'Til we're drowned out by the silence
Would we better known if we wrote more love songs?
Why is it that we must conform to something so wrong?
The manufacturing of emotions in an assembly line
I'd rather have my pride, take this away from me
It seems like we're stuck in the wrong place and time
Time, It will wash away this innocuous trend
Time, It will bring us back to home again
Time, It will clear the road for us
We still have it in our hearts to put an end to these
Vicious cycles of self-deprecation coupled with
Victims and assholes that feed into that masochistic mindset
Vicious cycles, and they're capitalizing off of you
