Brenna Sahatjian - Implicit lyrics

Implicit in these lives of plenty is a hurting, a venting, world of contempt And implicit on these tongues of opinion is the sugary craving that drools its consent Such a fertile continent, such an orchard of ferment The intoxicating scent of rotting, fruity flesh It's a garden yielding everything except anyone's contentment If you can grow fat on the toxic harvest of this culture You'll probably thin out on the subsequent depression that ensues Until all of that which you come to know is malignant Just becomes a contention that you must prove Implicit is the ambient decay, the prancing malice of each "first world" day And implicit is the collective shame in looks away from the TV-frame of the charade Onscreen, the standing, clapping swine, the leaders I've been told are mine My disbelief, they're utter pride In teleprompted words the world declines To even try to legitimize the reign of such fallacious mind There exists so much eloquence squandered on stating the obvious And all the breath that we invest in protest of this absurd mess Is ever-outward flowing, but inward? Less and less May in be implicit in every movement we render that it's the aching, the tender flex of dissent And implicit in our every action that all this anger is compa**ion, we're just wrung dry of patience And this time is so urgent, and I for one must confess That I never was content