Lyrics

This is violence growing slowly. It’s not a new routine.
At least not for not for me. It’s ‘the disease’ I thought – but it’s more than chronic.

So pull the plug and I’ll refuel. It beats me down and I’m done.
Not bullet proof, so fuck the posture of battle and abuse.
‘Cause that’s not dissuasion (not dissuasion). That’s not dissuasion. That’s not reason.

Bummed out at a ripe teen age. I’ve seen it. I lived it. Didn’t know I soaked up their reprisal.
But I pitched it; I’d rather fight myself and grow through disputed value.
You’re feeling alienated – you still gotta do it right.

It’s growing slowly . It’s not about esteem.
Let scrutiny begin with me. Decline to accept the caustic.

So powerful, it makes us cruel. It beats you down and I’m done.
We’re not bullet proof. So fuck the posture of battle and abuse.
‘Cause that’s not dissuasion. That’s not dissuasion. That’s not reason.

Bummed out at a ripe teen age. I’ve seen it. I lived it. Didn’t know I soaked up their reprisal.
But I pitched it; I’d rather fight myself and grow through disputed value.
You’re feeling alienated – you still gotta do it right.

I’m not the type to ever get it right.
Insanity to think that might makes right, and that shit has got to go.
I’m not the type to ever get it right.
This ethic follows all my life, and that shit has got to go.
Not the type to ever get it right.
This ethic follows all my life, I know that shit has got to go.
My wits aren’t reason.

A sickness of me and you – by human hands – I’m done.
We’re not bullet proof. So fuck the posture of battle and abuse.

I’d fight your battle, with wits and reason.
No fair-weathered explanations that aren’t guided at all.
And I swear.
If subtle, yet different is all I need to hate all parts of you.
Then hate is for the faint.
The faint will find their fall.
Subtle, yet different is all I need to hate all parts of you.
But hate is for the faint.