Nuestra Culpa - Hellions

Sojourner, sojourn on

Sojourner, sojourn on

'Cause we are leaves in the breeze devoid of purpose, at ease

And we vilify for validity with vicious vignettes, so ugly

I am just as guilty and I have been wrong

So you can call me a hypocrite, slander our songs

But you should be just as ashamed of yourself as I am of me

For accepting mediocrity and bending your knee

Not quite indefatigable and far from unimpeachable

I am, not.

I’m not

As an artist, a musician, a man

I’d much prefer to be hated than pitied

To fall flat on my face trying to innovate

Than to meet an industry-imposed standard and rest on it

I’ll take a propensity for verbosity

Over pontifical duplicity — and primarily

That’s what we have now

That’s what we have now

So is this who I am?

So is this who you are?

So is this who we are?

I think we’re better than this