Alert The Audience! - The Lawrence Arms

Passive-aggressive, confessing, repressive

Structurally uncertain, transparent, transgressive

I’ve stumbled into something and i don’t know what it is

All I-beams, bolts and plaster, corners painted in piss

Mistakes are the brakes that I’m cutting on me

Fast down the hill, impossibly free

Faster and faster, I’m burning the gears

My tears are streaming back into my ears

My enemies I knew too well

They bickered amongst themselves

I have a rule I love to break

It ends in tears, cursing and shakes

I’m a clown and I’m choking on blood, teeth and tongue

Fuck the spectators, fuck the «he was so young»

Fuck forced sympathy through lifeless glass eyes

Povichian voyeurs drinking my cries

Fuck-faced trilobites waiting to die

I can’t stand the humor, and i can’t stand the lies