Inspiration is cutting its loss
Retract the accolade the candid acclaim
Of your clever turn of phrase
My job here is done
In the drone of embittered hope
The sneering public eye
Your words are encoded
Oh, it's the end of the line
To be shown the revival of hope
Provisions are made
You're fucking welcome
In the bleak genetics of the mob
Now you owe it to us
Stay wistful and young
Praise apocrypha, omitted offense
My job here is done
My job here is done
I'm cornered by a precedent
We've sacrificed discourse at the feet
Than to create what is meaningless
Regurgitate headlines or a theory on modern art
Oh, it's the end of the line
Accommodations have met
My job here is done
That I've tapped the well dry
But there's no word
It is better to destroy
We demand to be taken aback
You've been fooled again, the red herrings a joke
The sneering public eye
For which your words are responsible
So the picture will not be finished
I've tried so hard to tell you
And we're sold by the way they wrote it
I'm cornered by a precedent
The affected are banking on oblivion
To relieve us of guilt but not of our sin
