Well, I know no one's listening
But I've got to get a little something off my chest, off my chest
I'm sick of seeing turning heads
There's nothing close to normal about this, about this
We've seen it time and time again
Presidents and congressmen
Not this time, we said not this time
But here we are beside ourselves
Oh man, ain't that something else?
No one drew the line, no one drew the line
So I just wanna say fuck you in a million different ways
‘Cause no one ever learns from trial and error these days
You're gonna sleep in the beds that you've made
‘Cause no one ever learns from trial and error these days
You know damn well who you are
I'm not sure how it got this far
I've gotta know, yeah, I've gotta know
So close your eyes and turn around
As the bar gets lowered down
Deep below what we used to know
No, it's not alright (no, it's not alright)
No, it's not okay (no, it's not okay)
There's not a hard enough drug
That can take the collective pain away
You're gonna point the finger
Project the blame (project the blame)
There's not a hard enough drug
That can take the collective pain away