Underbite

So how you fuckin’ feeling tonight?

We’re (insert name here) from unimportant

And I'm about to mimic some image of a rock and roll singer I have under lock and key

Without the faintest hint of irony

That I'm flashing my pearly whites to sustain my mediocrity

So is everyone having a good time tonight?

Good, I'm glad (I couldn’t actually care less)

You guys are the best crowd that we’ve ever seen

Seen with these old dead eyes

Blind to the stage or even my own lies

So hey ho, let’s go

Let’s start this contemptible rock show

Blinding lights to hide the hand up our ass in this puppet-sock show

Two sewn on eyes, repurposed and made new

Torn from an aging suit for a sense of déjà vu

Thumb underbite

I bite my fucking thumb

And hope you catch a thread, and slowly come undone

An illusion seldom spoken

An understanding between you and I

That the ground that you stand on is somehow less than mine

An allusion to a broken home

Left on the street and chilled to the bone

So hey, we still feeling good?

Now you comprehend our complex relationship—consumer/consumed

You’re just some stupid kid and I'm a megalomaniac

Shedding defenses for an honest creation

Placing yourself in the stocks on the strap

You’re disgracing your effort by conforming to textbook

Performance of music to fill in the gaps

And it’s bullshit, it’s bullshit

Be honest, this can’t be what you wanted

If what you write about means anything to you

Rather than pure vanity, people might connect with sincerity

Don’t just pray the next generation learns from our mistakes

Let’s not repackage the same old performance

Original content is so much more rewarding

Let’s not repackage the same old performance

Original content is so much more rewarding

I know that it might be quite cliché

But if all the world is in fact a stage

Then this stage—this here goddamn stage—

Might just be all the world