Underbite

So how you fucking feeling tonight? We’re (insert name here) from unimportant And I’m about to mimic some image of a rock and roll singer I have under lock and key Without the faintest hint of irony That I’m flashing my pearly whites to sustain my mediocrity So is everyone having a good time tonight? Good, I’m glad (I couldn’t actually care less) You guys are the best crowd that we’ve ever seen Seen with these old dead eyes Blind to the stage or even my own lies So hey ho, let’s go. Let’s start this contemptible “rock” show Blinding lights to hide the hand up our ass in this puppet-sock show Two sewn on eyes, re-purposed and made new Torn from an aging suit for a sense of déjà vu Thumb under bite. I bite my fucking thumb And hope you catch a thread, and slowly come undone An illusion seldom spoken. An understanding between you and I That the ground that you stand on is somehow less than mine An allusion to a broken home Left on the street and chilled to the bone So hey, we still feeling good? Now you comprehend our complex relationship—consumer/consumed You’re just some stupid kid and I’m a megalomaniac Shedding defenses for an honest creation Placing yourself in the stocks on the strap You’re disgracing your effort by conforming to textbook Performance of music to fill in the gaps And it’s bullshit It’s bullshit. Be honest, this can’t be what you wanted If what you write about means anything to you Rather than pure vanity, people might connect with sincerity Don’t just pray the next generation learns from our mistakes Let’s not repackage the same old performance Original content is so much more rewarding Let’s not repackage the same old performance Original content is so much more rewarding I know that it might be quite cliche But if all the world is in fact a stage Then this stage—this here goddamn stage— Might just be all the world