Fuck genius. What's an artist? nDead words devoid of meaning. Let's drop them.nI know where they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole. nLet's start from zero.nNow, listen close.nnThis is a rip: The scream that ignites the world? n(We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.)nThis is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. n(Whose plan to follow?)nnIt feels like your own. n(It's an insult. You've fallen for it.)nIt feels like your own. n(It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.)nnThe anemic. The pale, the sullen. nAn album's evidence. I believed that shit.nHere, stuck in radios. No one's worth shit to talk to. These were my heroes.nNow they're all jokes.nnThis is a rip. 'The scream that ignites the world? We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.nThis is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow?nnIt feels like your own. n(It's an insult. You've fallen for it.)nIt feels like your own. n(It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.)nnThe ceiling is waiting.nnAnd you follow like it mattered if you did.nAnd it dropped you on your head cuz you took yourself for granted.nHeartless and headstrong. Jump right over the bodies. Life's a race. It's an obstacle course.nnHide, but you'll never have a choice when you go.nThey would have noticed you if they had knownn(but you're fucked)nnThey'll only love you when you're gonenor barely hanging on nto all your organs and dignity while you're rotting in hospitals.nDon't believe it? It's not your fault. nYou're just worthless. nYou're one in a million.nnWhere is god? nThe ornament, the holiday song whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta-johns?nDon't believe this.nYou're not worthless. nIt's us against millions and we can't take them all.nBut we can take them on.