Lyrics

The past's pale pornography, it don't disturb me Oh it feels the same sometimes What people do to escape misery is not fair and it's not ugly Poetry and bodies, coming to your party, don't hold it against us now The future's pale promises it can't fulfill me But will it feel the same next time? And what I do to escape necessity, well it's fair if it's not legal Mac machines and epiphany do what you want with me, don't hold it against me now And the weeks go by, and the weeks gone by And you watch it all out of the corner of your eye, [?] Never meant to work that hard, never meant to get so scarred [?] And the weeks go by, and the weeks have gone by And you watched it all out of the corner of your eye, and there ain't no fuckin' sign Never meant to work that hard, never meant to be so scarred [?]