The Kids Are Going To Love It

If I can't feel (on a given day) the way I wanted to The temptation hits My grip it could slip I could give it up But if I can't feel (on a given day) the way I wanted to I won't cheapen myself I won't be patronized by lethargy And it would be nice to answer questions with a capsule But I don't deem myself that simple minded And it would be nice to untie knots with single gestures But I keep on drawing blood And it would be nice to think oblivion was a challenge instead of an excuse You built yourself a sociocultural trap Launched an attack on your subconscious ruby ridge If you get what you want you can't play Hamlet to the balcony The ultimate expression of consumerism, the wholesale commodification of sensation The ultimate rejection of asceticism, the doors of perception kicked in The ultimate acceptance of conservatism, a fierce passion subsumed and corrupted The ultimate bisection of ethicalism, as you imbibe the denial of choice If I can see straight I can't lie Let's put an end to this falsehood To the conception that this is different Misunderstood and misconstrued alternative only in vocabulary You leave the office on a Friday Swap one glazed expression for another For 48 hours in elaborate gilded costumes at the masquerade warehouse