Lyrics
it isn't new enlightenment its tolerance bred from boredom,
who are we going to shock now, remember me, i was dead first
facts aren't facts until repeated, predictability crisis,
become an object of contempt and learn to lose with style,
now the rats are fighting to desert the sinking pose.
chorus i was dead before you was dead because
i was dead before you was dead because
i was dead before you was dead because
i was dead before you was dead because
crisp and deep the years of scorn that crowned that caesar bastard born
liked, praised and employed for someones moral entertainment,
counter think your slowly sinking,
slowly sinking almost dead.
facts aren't facts until repeated, predictability crisis,
become an object of contempt and learn to lose with style,
now we're not a movement we're a cliche with no aim
chorus
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