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Ecce Homo (Titus Andronicus)

Okay, I think by now we've established Everything is inherently worthless And there's nothing in the Universe. With any kind of objective purpose And you can scream for a hundred years. Split the sky with a thousand curses To tell the evil that men do, Honey, you wouldn't even scratch the surface. Too many implications Not enough time to make them explicit Too many generalizations Not enough time to make them specific And I spread my vile seed From the Atlantic to the Pacific Now I'm begging you on my knees Please don't make me get down and sniff it Cause if I got more comfortable Surely, I'm more complicit Fat off the fruit of the tree of ignorance I was born into this now I'm dying because of it Yes it's us against them again Smashing the system into the dirt now We gobble brown M&M's Put the whole thing onto a t-shirt I heard about Audre and the master's tools Something about Joe chasing a storm in a mug I could of swore I saw the lord of the strummers Standing on line at the salt mine with the slugs And it's such a weird world It feels real wrong smiling Sea to shining sea, Jersey sliding And I'm fronting like a living boy on a long island I heard them say the white man created existential angst When he ran out of other problems Cause the thing about those problems was Typically, more money would solve them We're breaking out of our bodies now Time to see what's underneath them I heard about my authentic self What would I say would I ever meet him? I guess you're guilty of a terrible crime And I know it was my birth. Doing twenty-six to life now on planet earth I was taken in to custody by a janitor You know our life is laborious But admit it's predictable When all the figures are fungible All feelings are malleable I'm desperately addicted, but functional. Don't want to be evicted from the wonderful underworld Look at this youngish man Already half way off with his pants He's doing something weird with his hand He's got a multitude of outrageous plans And he's still trying to cough up That which he choked on in the churches Look at him now loitering in front of a vacant storefront Bearded and bedecked in Army surplus Don't know why it's so hard giving a shit When everybody's telling him he's full of it He forgets if he felt oppressed or depressed Or which one came first in this crazy mess If he's taken too much, or not enough or which one was the worse one with this sort of stuff And he's so unsure if being ignored Was half the pain of being observed And that's a lot to say without a word But I know it's a lot more than just being bored. Oh, I know it's nothing more than just being bored Oh, I know it's a lot more than just being bored. Oh, I know it's nothing more than just being bored