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Bad Faith
02:04
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Maybe I've just got a lot of bad faith
freedom isn't so much as a weight;
a burden to bear for the body it shapes
but don a smile so the truce takes
domicile that old use case
defiled by the route the sluice makes
irrigating the synapses
irritation spreading through the brain waves
I couldn't turn off the tap if I wanted to
but the longer it fills the harder it is to see through
Guess I blew it:
slipped on the proverbial peel and ate shit
whadja get for the give, huh?
little Novocain for the pain
little claim to the fame maybe
better calculate your interest as you're loosing your wits;
gonna cost a couple Bens to get that drywall fixed
And my Christian name is a scab I still pick at
still at that childish chit-chat
but I wanna be Zeuxis- go down laughing at myself
cause at the end of the day it's just a name on a toe tag
Collateral damage is inevitable
these apologies are fallible
the bones are still malleable
but they're stiffening quick
more with every second hand tick-
off the accomplishments: honors and dean's lists
off the friends who wish you'd stop for a breath and sit
and in habit's sense the one's you can't quit
And life's just chain letters:
you pass on the superstition
in hopes of becoming unfettered you get to switching
"someone else's issue" that's how it continues
We still go hoarse for attention
race our friends to the finish
and back at the start bask in the glow of getting there first
drink anything to quench the thirst
take credit for the work the coattails should receive
but does it matter today if it doesn't in the grand scheme?
And I've tried so hard to make myself potable
strained to strain me through the sediment
but I'm starting to think suffering is cyclical
a cyst in the cycle to which people send their sentiments
I suppose in the long run we'd all rather be notable
the pain/gain axiom holds: worn in as typical
supply and demand in a sysiphic choke hold
when the well dries up we uproot and move to dig anew
only to hit the same bedrock the neighbors to
Starting to think decision's all derivative:
nothing has ever been new.
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Hey kid I know you've got a lot to prove
I'm not here to take away your red pen
I'm just saying I've lived in the world
in fact, I've lived in a few
do not try to tell me that you know more than I do
you got your BA at twenty two
good for you
whoop-dee-doop-dee-doo
Savant, Savant
you've met your match
I am the itch you cannot scratch
you can flaunt your Cum Laude at me all you want
I don't care
I'm a motherfucking dilettante
I know you cannot stand me
that's just the way the world goes
wanna throw in that Vonnegut quote to prove that you know?
I can tell it's sincerity:
I smell it on your hounds-tooth tweed
so I'll say this as gently as I can:
I know you aim to impress but its killing us
nobody needs you namedropping Sisyphus
Savant, Savant
you've met your match
I am the itch you cannot scratch
you can flaunt your Cum Laude at me all you want
I don't care
I'm happy being a dilettante
You cannot win against me
cause I'm not playing
you cannot outplace me
cause I'm not staying at this institution
my dissolution with what I get used to?
well that's another issue
as for you:
Savant, Savant
you've met your match
I am the itch you cannot scratch
you can flaunt your Cum Laude at me all you want
I don't care
I'm a motherfucking dilettante
a motherfucking dilettante
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Sigra Madison, Wisconsin
music for the sliding scale of nihilism in your brain
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