Ecce Homo

Okay, I think by now we've established

Everything is inherently worthless

And there's nothing in the Universe.

With any kind of objective purpose

And you can scream for a hundred years.

Split the sky with a thousand curses

To tell the evil that men do,

Honey, you wouldn't even scratch the surface.

Too many implications

Not enough time to make them explicit

Too many generalizations

Not enough time to make them specific

And I spread my vile seed

From the Atlantic to the Pacific

Now I'm begging you on my knees

Please don't make me get down and sniff it

Cause if I got more comfortable

Surely, I'm more complicit

Fat off the fruit of the tree of ignorance

I was born into this now I'm dying because of it

Yes it's us against them again

Smashing the system into the dirt now

We gobble brown M&M's

Put the whole thing onto a t-shirt

I heard about Audre and the master's tools

Something about Joe chasing a storm in a mug

I could of swore I saw the lord of the strummers

Standing on line at the salt mine with the slugs

And it's such a weird world

It feels real wrong smiling

Sea to shining sea, Jersey sliding

And I'm fronting like a living boy on a long island

I heard them say the white man created existential angst

When he ran out of other problems

Cause the thing about those problems was

Typically, more money would solve them

We're breaking out of our bodies now

Time to see what's underneath them

I heard about my authentic self

What would I say would I ever meet him?

I guess you're guilty of a terrible crime

And I know it was my birth.

Doing twenty-six to life now on planet earth

I was taken in to custody by a janitor

You know our life is laborious

But admit it's predictable

When all the figures are fungible

All feelings are malleable

I'm desperately addicted, but functional.

Don't want to be evicted from the wonderful underworld

Look at this youngish man

Already half way off with his pants

He's doing something weird with his hand

He's got a multitude of outrageous plans

And he's still trying to cough up

That which he choked on in the churches

Look at him now loitering in front of a vacant storefront

Bearded and bedecked in Army surplus

Don't know why it's so hard giving a shit

When everybody's telling him he's full of it

He forgets if he felt oppressed or depressed

Or which one came first in this crazy mess

If he's taken too much, or not enough

or which one was the worse one with this sort of stuff

And he's so unsure if being ignored

Was half the pain of being observed

And that's a lot to say without a word

But I know it's a lot more than just being bored.

Oh, I know it's nothing more than just being bored

Oh, I know it's a lot more than just being bored.

Oh, I know it's nothing more than just being bored