Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Battery

Don't try to resist

You're coming with us

Provisions are made

Accommodations have met

Your words are encoded

In the bleak genetics of the mob

Praise apocrypha, omitted offense

To relieve us of guilt but not of our sin

We've sacrificed discourse at the feet

Of your clever turn of phrase

Now you owe it to us

We demand to be taken aback

To be shown the revival of hope

For which your words are responsible

Oh, it's the end of the line

I'm cornered by a precedent

The sneering public eye

My job here is done

My job here is done

You're fucking welcome

Retract the accolade the candid acclaim

Inspiration is cutting its loss

Regurgitate headlines or a theory on modern art

You've been fooled again, the red herrings a joke

I've tried so hard to tell you

That I've tapped the well dry

But there's no word

Stay wistful and young

The affected are banking on oblivion

In the drone of embittered hope

And we're sold by the way they wrote it

Oh, it's the end of the line

I'm cornered by a precedent

The sneering public eye

My job here is done

My job here is done

It is better to destroy

Than to create what is meaningless

So the picture will not be finished

Get out of here