The Kids Are Going to Love It - Million Dead

The temptation hits

My grip it could slip

I could give it up

But if I can’t feel (on a given day) the way I wanted to

I won’t cheapen myself

I won’t be patronized by lethargy

And it would be nice to answer questions with a capsule

But I don’t deem myself that simple minded

And it would be nice to untie knots with single gestures

But I keep on drawing blood

And it would be nice to think oblivion was a challenge instead of an excuse

You built yourself a sociocultural trap

Launched an attack on your subconscious ruby ridge

If you get what you want you can’t play Hamlet to the balcony

The ultimate expression of consumerism, the wholesale commodification of

sensation

The ultimate rejection of asceticism, the doors of perception kicked in

The ultimate acceptance of conservatism, a fierce passion subsumed and corrupted

The ultimate bisection of ethicalism, as you imbibe the denial of choice

If I can see straight I can’t lie

Let’s put an end to this falsehood

To the conception that this is different

Misunderstood and misconstrued alternative only in vocabulary

You leave the office on a Friday

Swap one glazed expression for another

For 48 hours in elaborate gilded costumes at the masquerade warehouse