E is for Estranged

[Speaking] I think that 80% of a good show is rooted in humiliation [Verse 1] Boys run like water from the barrel to the trough They'll never stop their running Gunning for their brothers This house is a hostel It is peaceful, but it's always emptying Boys all want to be someone [Verse 2] Haven't you heard? I am a flightless bird I am a liar, feeding facts to a false fire If pathos is borne, borne out of bullshit In formal attire, I'll score you a string ensemble [Verse 3] I saw my son at seventeen The shutters made projections on his naked frame And now at twenty-five He simply cannot stay away from the ketamine With makeup on his sores He spends an hour a day composing little eulogies Sometimes he sends me letters But they're mostly garbled phrases and apologies [Verse 4] But haven't you heard? I am a flightless bird I am a liar, feeding facts to a false fire If pathos is borne, borne out of bullshit In formal attire, cue the Bulgarian men's choir