Piss & Quiet

Staring inward all day
Indulgent, self-involved navel gaze
A revolution in Belarus
I put my energies to other use
I don't like feeling powerless
It's hard enough staying hydrated
Brain is set for demolition
A bomb vest strapped to my vision
I'm not
One for
Anthems, slogans, or tricks
Simple
Cadence
To sell cheap shit
Don't believe a thing
From the man on stage
Wish I could get religion
Some silly suit or submission
But even head wounds won't permit
The kind of buy-in your cult insists
I'm not
One for
Anthems, slogans, or tricks
Simple
Cadence
To sell cheap shit
There is
Only
Yourself, myself, and noise
Fear not
Real thought
Pain in the ass, but it's all you've got