Wake up in the turf
Sprinkle glitter on your gloom
Take worlds off his back
Give him a bomb in a bag
Atlas just shrugged
He set it off in a bathroom
He blew up a church
And stayed for the blast
He's stuck in the past
When he could make a new holiday
I'll probably forget
Put that knife in me anyway
It's part of our mold
We can a hand on the blindfold
Sleeping at work
We taught them nothing for science
Come join in the cirque
We sub in when we're attacked
By any old fool
They jest the court of our blue screens
Unfollow the rules
Choose the side that you lean
We're lacing the facts
When they're not facing our profit
We're making some pacts
Who gives a damn who gives the wallet
Cause once you show cracks
They wanna make a new omlette
I'm stuck in the past
When I could make a new holiday
I might make you laugh
But i got nothing to say
It's part of our mold
We can a hand on the blindfold