They called on all, never just one,
Cause out here in California,
It's a faster death beneath the sun-shine
We raved our force, released and lost,
Cause it's no wonder we're all empty,
When they come up from the hot stuff
Again the edge, you've never braved
And the joy behind the fires that we've saved
Is nothing like the one's inside we've made
And all this time you think you're better,
But you're worse
We managed one, we shot for five
Cuz we don't want your California if it
Means you're still alive
Oh, golden tail, as the streets talk back
And the joy behind the fires that we've saved
Is nothing like the one's inside we've made
Living death, the head of light and shade,
Taunting you, the edge you've never braved
A scathing, scheming warlock drops his spade,
A soundless searching feeling now parades,
Upon the fields, beyond the one's he's laid,
A force much stronger than the winds which fade
And all this time you think you're better,
But you're worse
Cause I watch the counter act, a pigeon-picture
For the laugh,
Another harder up, swings at the ball, rests on your lap
A big and bulbous tongue, from out a little purple hole,
It takes another tug, another fragment from above,
We all believe we all, appear the family,
Just a guise, they all go home to lock the door and eat
And cut each other live, before a t.v. screen,
Realities that bite, like the serpents from my dream
Another shoulder off the existential drop,
A penny thumbs the wires, beneath the wires fed
And the person caps, his thoughts going red
A diligent response, another chip inside the head
Have you lost your minds, lost the right to
Lift the daze/live the days
As the stubborn sounds below your toes begin to give
And all this time you think you're better
And all this time you think you're better
But you're worse, But you're worse
And all this time you think you're better
But you're worse
