lyrics
You're overdosing on synthetic substance arguing the point of a theological conquests. The anti-abortionist they are fucking hypocrites you want to kill the adults but save the nonexistent.
Crude words oh so embraced as the fuckers they will stare and say its probably just a phase. And due to these burnt out day politicians they will say they have the answer to this mal-progresion.
When the abnormal is normal and the independent's collective. Everyone begins to ask is there a point to it. The quick eye contact the words under your breath I swear I heard that.
You're expecting authority but haven't got responsibility, to watch over our young please bite your tongue. Your words meaning nothing when it comes to intelligence, but our time it isn't equal it's spent to repent.
And as we pass your head turn right then left and of course you just laugh. You always just fucking laugh.
Blame it on the depersonalization or another schizophrenic equation. Welcome to Prozac nation. Go ahead, you can pretend you hate it.
I'm Tripping and stumbling while listening your mumbling. Believe me when I say I'm watching you huddling together. I've never felt better. Rereading your old letters, over and over again. And again. And again
You're expecting authority but haven't got responsibility, to watch over our young please bite your tongue. Your words meaning nothing when it comes to intelligence, but our time it isn't equal it's spent to repent.
You'll never guess what I just saw. But either way you'd just nod. So what's the fucking point, anyway.
Brennon
credits
from
Big Bird's Christening,
released July 11, 2012
Brennon Manning: Lead Vocals, Piano
Jessica Muchnick: Backing Vocals, Bass
Kian Sheik: Backing Vocals, Guitar
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