Wreck

Throw your fist at the man
You’ve got everything you need with your prescription, your houseplant
Throw your fist at the phonies
Can’t believe you went pop with your commercials, your money
What does it take to be heard?
One hundred emails, my first born, your good word
Who pulls the strings behind the stage?
Some teenage critic who think he’s a wise sage

Oh, where does the good go?
Oh, what’s gonna happen tomorrow?
Oh, why are you hiding?
Oh, why am I fighting you this time?

I can’t keep saying what I think
Like the past won’t disappear just like a bad dream in bad ink
And everyone’s so avantgarde
One thousand worldview’s just tugging on my arm
Numb and dumb with burnout eyes
We drank the poison we ate up the lie
But every day starts good and pure
With coffee, a clean slate my sin is obscured

Oh, where does the good go?
Oh, what’s gonna happen tomorrow?
Oh, why are you crying?
Oh, why am I fighting you this time?

I can’t keep coming all undone
Technology, morality, my life’s a smoking gun
You have a right to be forgiven
Stop dredging up your crimes
You know what’s done is done, forgotten