Buzzkiller Saturday
Alone In The Moon
and the anger the rapture all is sold
Every scream has it's own shelf
You buy some stuff and call it 'self'
But there's this pretty industry to
fill the hollow with branded shit to chew
For the beautiful, healthy human animals
and the cynical helpless pop culture avatars
History is overplayed but the apocalypse is delayed
And we're stuck in a neverending remake
While I scrape the icing off of profoundness
and I burst your fucking quotes with no regret
The smart little pets reach the expected goals
and indulge in the semi-finished joys
Switching on and off some remote thrill
to stir the little cozy western chill
But reality bounces off of our shields,
through the screen we never never never get bleed
History is overplayed but the apocalypse is delayed
And we’re stuck in a neverending remake
Catalog people, push button emotion,
recycled notion, monetized version...
And there's no false note in the autotuned generation
Fuck you, It’s Buzzkiller Saturday
Fuck you
Fuck