The Flatliners This Song Is Like Thunder and Lightning in a Wide Open Field lyrics

So it seems
We've arrived in a place in time where the words you write
Don't mean a Goddamn thing
It's embarrassing is all
When the most pedestrian of things to say are held in high regard
A car crash is not an art
Someday you'll see

These arts-and-crafts-type politicians
With their barrel up to the temple parading this
Hindsight's one motherfucker
How could you pour your heart and soul into this mess?
If they start throwing horns I'm cutting off their fingers

I'm seeing stars and picking bullshit out of dialogue
I'm poking holes in stories that inflate what people really are
Stop strangling me

Because your world will burn, you'll see
Flip the pages til your fucking fingers bleed

I suggest the new Bohemia can burn in hell
And all those clinging to it
Next up are the starched collars
And watch those fucking flames spread
Not predicated, I am medicated to see this through
And right through you
Your predictable vocabulary and your point of view
Will never meet my better side
I'll never welcome you

If they'll hold on at all