Brzowski - Friendly Fire lyrics

Spit the match out Ignite the kindling in a mad house So many bridges that'll take you home And myriad roads that lead to Rome Throw in hopes that someone catches A neutral bitter in a natural state of antagonism Agonized off of hands extended Ears and shoulders led Trust is a crutch for what? Minnows all star in a shark-tank Food bank held up in a shrinking [?] Expiration dated and stamped Awaiting deliverance, a way to make a difference From the peanut gallery I can verify Demarcations and divisions It's simple Even though I've always s**ed at mathematics You can't gun for peers or Endeavor to split to the runs where pride hung Unnoticed scattered silver Stained with something the color of rust You sh** in the kiddie pool But contemplate bigger fish Like how to climb out of the sinkhole And feed the kids Pa** a fist in politics, and parlor tricks, and nervous ticks Revenge: the cold dish after dreams are foreclosed The family was foretold Songs of heavy trance and oxbows The meanings danced on While we juggled the freshest marrow bones [Chorus x2] The orphan who knows we're never coming home A song for a ghost Swallowed by friendly fire If I should pa** out, hyperventilate Contemplate cash cows You will not believe statistics Shares are shrinking We need to bicker and in-fight Figure a way to precious hours It takes money to make money So, hate when they take up nut-hugging Subtlety, shudder to think Of that feasible possibility Positively stuck and hamstrung Not a favor untapped Kindling fired up Stoking a bonfire of the humanity Selling our souls for under ten euros And flat circles Screaming a series of zeroes and ones This thing weighs a ton and he shrugs There isn't a finite amount of success or happiness No poached by unicorn, friend This is a crapshoot Standing in the shooting gallery of fecal ballistics But clear cut to the poets souls And cloud contemplators Fitting every bipedal hominid In a cubicle and hooking up credit lines To lungs and circulatory systems Demystify that jackboot foretold like '84 So much potential in that one serious waste Propagate myths of equivocation Loving a who*e does not a saint make, [?] The scenesters looked surprised When they watered down the fan-base [Chorus] Gla** house music Favoritism, 3rd person true We're meeting Do a punch through Reporting views from the news That's coming from too many first among equals Hopefully bottled and moved In a few and it's got a sequel The root of evil is jealousy among the other six heads Peeking up from the abysmal pit of playpen When the day ends I only wanted to move Simplistic of rewards softly spoken treasure trove Moving shift like silk stuck to slow-moving stilts On lady of malice Is the ficklest bed this side of Hades Babylon rides the beast Smooches scarlet Continue to follow on a habit Better way to waste my life Feel the bitterness cakes on Corrosive like drool on the sleeves of old outerwear Box with old men, pick up some dirty tricks and misery index Codified and alphabetized so you can swallow your own lies White as washed Tom Sawyer croaked and rolled over on its allies Diaper soaked, checked the replicants for defect Unfriendly munitions k**ing the innocent in a war of attrition You can't eat, drink, smoke, spend, or f** respect. I've tried [Chorus x2] Fecal ballistics in and friendly munitions...