Obdurate Misanthropy Lyrics

If I could find someplace to rest that would be the end of my incessant protest if I ever meet my goal I won’t even know Somebody somewhere has all they need as I sing some dreamy speech far out of key There are signs flying high propped up by a self-fulfilling lie Smashing the state or manifestation won’t deliver us from our great creation It won’t be so easy to get the gut feeling before we can finally scream freedom and have our brains be persuaded it’s true Someone with sense must clean up our mess Averted by allies a burden on friends with a sense of adventure our jest is justified The only true artists left in this world are collecting their efforts and meeting no goal This nonsense is a promise I’m starving to believe in These illusions of squalor they seem so romantic this scheme’s so easy we can hardly stand it When we realize what we fantasize changes the minds of our neighbors maybe it will feel worthwhile My body begs for rest but the poison satisfies my mind trying to find profound truth and true lies As we babble on about Babylon my heart attempts to pump blood and that’s all that it does