Song | Underbite |
Artist | Protest the Hero |
Album | Volition |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
So how you fuckin’ feeling tonight? We’re ( insert name here ) from | |
unimportant, and I’m about to mimic some image of a rock and roll | |
singer I have under lock and key. Without the faintest hint of irony that | |
I’m flashing my pearly whites to sustain my mediocrity. So is everyone | |
having a good time tonight? Good, I’m glad (I couldn’t actually care | |
less). You guys are the best crowd that we’ve ever seen, seen with | |
these old dead eyes. Blind to the stage or even my own lies. So hey | |
ho, let’s go. Let’s start this contemptible “rock” show. Blinding lights | |
to hide the hand up our ass in this puppet-sock show. Two sewn on | |
eyes, repurposed and made new, torn from an aging suit for a sense | |
of déjà vu. Thumb underbite. I bite my fucking thumb, and hope you | |
catch a thread, and slowly come undone. An illusion seldom spoken. An | |
understanding between you and I that the ground that you stand on | |
is somehow less than mine. An allusion to a broken home, left on the | |
street and chilled to the bone. So hey, we still feeling good? Now you | |
comprehend our complex relationship — consumer/consumed. You’re | |
just some stupid kid and I’m a megalomaniac. Here comes that tortured | |
artist now to sing of his despair. Shedding defenses for an honest | |
creation. Placing yourself in the stocks on the strap. You’re disgracing | |
your effort by conforming to textbook performance of music to fill in | |
the gaps, and it’s bullshit. It’s bullshit. Be honest, this can’t be what you | |
wanted, if what you write about means anything to you. Rather than | |
pure vanity, people might connect with sincerity. Don’t just pray the next | |
generation learns from our mistakes. Let’s not repackage the same old | |
performance. Original content is so much more rewarding. I know that | |
it might be quite cliché, but if all the world is in fact a stage, then this | |
stage—this here goddamn stage—might just be all the world. |
So how you fuckin' feeling tonight? We' re insert name here from | |
unimportant, and I' m about to mimic some image of a rock and roll | |
singer I have under lock and key. Without the faintest hint of irony that | |
I' m flashing my pearly whites to sustain my mediocrity. So is everyone | |
having a good time tonight? Good, I' m glad I couldn' t actually care | |
less. You guys are the best crowd that we' ve ever seen, seen with | |
these old dead eyes. Blind to the stage or even my own lies. So hey | |
ho, let' s go. Let' s start this contemptible " rock" show. Blinding lights | |
to hide the hand up our ass in this puppetsock show. Two sewn on | |
eyes, repurposed and made new, torn from an aging suit for a sense | |
of de ja vu. Thumb underbite. I bite my fucking thumb, and hope you | |
catch a thread, and slowly come undone. An illusion seldom spoken. An | |
understanding between you and I that the ground that you stand on | |
is somehow less than mine. An allusion to a broken home, left on the | |
street and chilled to the bone. So hey, we still feeling good? Now you | |
comprehend our complex relationship consumer consumed. You' re | |
just some stupid kid and I' m a megalomaniac. Here comes that tortured | |
artist now to sing of his despair. Shedding defenses for an honest | |
creation. Placing yourself in the stocks on the strap. You' re disgracing | |
your effort by conforming to textbook performance of music to fill in | |
the gaps, and it' s bullshit. It' s bullshit. Be honest, this can' t be what you | |
wanted, if what you write about means anything to you. Rather than | |
pure vanity, people might connect with sincerity. Don' t just pray the next | |
generation learns from our mistakes. Let' s not repackage the same old | |
performance. Original content is so much more rewarding. I know that | |
it might be quite cliche, but if all the world is in fact a stage, then this | |
stage this here goddamn stage might just be all the world. |
So how you fuckin' feeling tonight? We' re insert name here from | |
unimportant, and I' m about to mimic some image of a rock and roll | |
singer I have under lock and key. Without the faintest hint of irony that | |
I' m flashing my pearly whites to sustain my mediocrity. So is everyone | |
having a good time tonight? Good, I' m glad I couldn' t actually care | |
less. You guys are the best crowd that we' ve ever seen, seen with | |
these old dead eyes. Blind to the stage or even my own lies. So hey | |
ho, let' s go. Let' s start this contemptible " rock" show. Blinding lights | |
to hide the hand up our ass in this puppetsock show. Two sewn on | |
eyes, repurposed and made new, torn from an aging suit for a sense | |
of dé jà vu. Thumb underbite. I bite my fucking thumb, and hope you | |
catch a thread, and slowly come undone. An illusion seldom spoken. An | |
understanding between you and I that the ground that you stand on | |
is somehow less than mine. An allusion to a broken home, left on the | |
street and chilled to the bone. So hey, we still feeling good? Now you | |
comprehend our complex relationship consumer consumed. You' re | |
just some stupid kid and I' m a megalomaniac. Here comes that tortured | |
artist now to sing of his despair. Shedding defenses for an honest | |
creation. Placing yourself in the stocks on the strap. You' re disgracing | |
your effort by conforming to textbook performance of music to fill in | |
the gaps, and it' s bullshit. It' s bullshit. Be honest, this can' t be what you | |
wanted, if what you write about means anything to you. Rather than | |
pure vanity, people might connect with sincerity. Don' t just pray the next | |
generation learns from our mistakes. Let' s not repackage the same old | |
performance. Original content is so much more rewarding. I know that | |
it might be quite cliché, but if all the world is in fact a stage, then this | |
stage this here goddamn stage might just be all the world. |