Titus Andronicus - Ecce Homo lyrics

Okay, I think by now we've established Everything is inherently worthless And there's nothing in the universe With any kind of objective purpose And you could scream for a hundred years Split that sky with a thousand curses To tell the evil that men do Honey, you wouldn't even scratch the surface Too many implications Not enough time to make them explicit Too many generalizations Not enough time to make them specific And I spread my vile seed From the Atlantic to the Pacific Now I'm begging you on my knees Please don't make me get down and sniff it Cause if I got more comfortable Surely, I'm more complicit Fat off the fruit of the tree of ignorance I was born into this and now I'm dying because of it Yes it's us against them again Smashing the system into the dirt Now we gobble brown M&M's Put the whole thing onto a T-shirt I heard about Audre and the master's tools Something about Joe chasing a storm and the mug I could've swore I saw the lord of the strummers Standing on line at the salt mine with the slugs And it's a such weird world It feels real wrong smiling I see the shining sea Jersey sliding And I'm fronting like a living boy on a long island I heard them say the white man created existential angst When he ran out of other problems Cause the thing about those problems was Typically, more money would solve them We're breaking out of our bodies now Trying to see what's underneath them What about my authentic self What would I say if I ever were to meet him I guess "You're guilty of a terrible crime" And I know it was my birth Doing twenty-six to life now on planet Earth I was taken into custody by a janitor You know our life is laborious But admit it's predictable When all the figures are fungible All feelings are malleable I'm desperately addicted, but functional Don't want to be evicted from the wonderful underworld Look at this youngish man Already half way off with his pants He's doing something weird with his hands He's got a multitude of outrageous plans And he's still trying to cough up That which he choked on in the churches Look at him now loitering in front of a vacant storefront Bearded and bedecked in army surplus Don't know why it's so hard giving a sh** When everybody's telling him he's full of it He forgets if he felt oppressed or depressed Or which one came first in this crazy mess If he had taken too much or not enough Or which one was the worse one with this sort of stuff And he was so unsure if being ignored Was half the pain of being observed And that's a lot to say without a word But I know it's a lot more than just being bored I know it's nothing more than just being born I know it's a lot more than just being bored I know it's nothing more than just being born