Oh, what have you done to alleviate
The suffering of all beings today
Did you come face-to-face with an activation potential and
It's too hard so I'll turn away
In the throes of injury and when our bodies don't work right
We realize how ableist we usually are
Perhaps there's a function to manage our privilege
Without accumulating it in synods and then calling it art
Yeah yeah sure it's whatever, whatever
And you ain't got no song to sing
Fortunate to be better, much better
As the revolution takes wing
An almagest which is perfect, so perfect
While the plebians are so blind
Punk rock dogma's so useless, so useless
In revolution time
I'm first excited again
I've reoccupied my mind
I'm hovering above the ground state again
With a frequency well-defined
I'm impassioned by the struggles of people
Browbeaten into despair
I'm a fool and a bozo, a jackass
I'm about to head somewhere
Shed the world looks red medicine head
And I don't need it, don't need it
Straightened posture, eyes aligned
With the omnipresent deathly riptide
I'm a figment of an illusory cohesive collective mind
I'm a private myth in a public dream
Under crass austerity measures by royal decree unspecified
Our blood will run
Our legs will run
Our thoughts will run
Carrying the momentum of our beating hearts and pulsing lungs
Why are we picking at these violent scabs
Complacent and detached from our animus
The telltale heart is yearning for blood
And the expectation to satisfy its lust for destruction
Tear down the granite tower in your mind
Flex flex flex your tensor tympani
The gossamer chains that disengage our consciousness
Flex flex flex your tensor tympani
Yeah yeah sure it's whatever, whatever
And you ain't got nothing to do
Fortunate to be better, much better
As the revolution puts on its shoes
An almagest which is perfect, so perfect
While the plebians are so blind
Merchandising so useless, so useless
In revolution time
We've reached the yield point
Bend it back, bend it back
The fault line's immense
Don't touch it you might hurt yourself
The polar caps are melting
Methane's oozing out the permafrost
Garbage islands garbage islands
Everything's political, turn up the stereo
Flex flex flex your tensor tympani
Everything's political, reflect it in your art
Flex flex flex your tensor tympani
Everything's political, make yourself useful
Flex flex flex your tensor tympani
Everything's political, what goes in your body?
Flex flex flex your tensor tympani
Yeah yeah sure it's whatever, whatever
And you ain't got nothing to be
Fortunate to be better, much better
As the revolution takes a knee
An almagest which is perfect, so perfect
While the plebians are so blind
Record sales are so useless, so useless
In revolution time
I'm first excited again
I've reoccupied my mind
I'm hovering above the ground state again
With a frequency well-defined
I'm impassioned by the struggles of people
Browbeaten into despair
I'm a fool and a bozo, a jackass
I'm about to head somewhere
Shed the world looks red medicine head
And I don't need it, don't need it
Straightened posture, eyes aligned
With the omnipresent deathly riptide
I'm a figment of an illusory cohesive collective mind
I'm a private myth in a public dream
Under crass austerity measures by royal decree unspecified
Our blood will run
Our legs will run
Our thoughts will run
Carrying the momentum of our beating hearts and pulsing lungs
I'm first excited again, yeah
I'm first excited again