Bustin' (makes Me Feel Good)

There's a kind of focus

A subtle art to losing sleep

It takes a certain special kind of person

To make decisions as fucked as these

But that's just the start just a small part

Of what makes us who we are

We make our intentions clear

We choose our words carefully

We don't believe everything we hear

We still have some noise to make

If there's a god he hates us

Does what he can to see us fail

But were not superstitious

So we don't fucking care

We just need a spark, a light in the dark

To show us where we are

Defend against the hordes

With rusty shields and broken swords

All we need are words

A handful of drunken slurs

Truth be told, we'll always know

That we will never be alone