Everything's Not Shitty - Fear Before The March of Flames

Everything seems obvious

From here above the earth seems soft

Seems the people get along

Seems for once we do belong

(Ah, but a closer look reveals the earth is sticky with our greed)

Try to hold the fuck on

Stick our fingers in like seed

Coming from a cynic

This sound’s like the same old song

At least I don’t just sit there

At least I don’t just nod

Everything’s not shitty

No, some thing’s aren’t so bad?

Then tell me Mr. positive

Why am I so bored?

Why am I so sad?

Everything’s (not shitty)

The plants, the birds might disagree

They sing a tune quite ominous

There must be something wrong with us

(Our fingers in the ground, our bodies stick straight up like plants.)

Our sticky side now showing

Soon we’ll be covered in ants

And with our skin exposed

They’ll chew us down to bone

Like little six legged architects

Building fancy homes

And

In

Hindsight

We

Should have maybe prepared for this

Blame it all on he, who distracts us with shiny things

So I say we look at this in a brand new light:

For the time being at least we’re alive

(You have to pass to be reborn

We were not not welcome anymore

I got lost along the way

We got lost along the way)

A metaphysical being on a hell of track

Tried to shoot for the moon but got last and came back

With a set of chipped teeth and a chip on his shoulder

Tried to get on with his life but his life it was over

(The planets met up for a drink and decided to fuck with this one)

So a broken spirited man with nowhere to go

Tried to shoot himself dead but the bullet swung low

Ripped pit all of his teeth and part of his tongue

Tried to do it again but couldn’t pick up the gun

(The planets turned on the TV and had a laugh or two on him)

We all end up bone

We all end up rot

It’s the travels that we take

That make it all worth while

We all end up deep

Deep under the dirt

It’s the things you will see

That give life its worth