13 - Port Noir

We’re stuck in a world where truth is the first casualty

Just another well cut fashion, we’re soaking down breeding

Rolling around in our premium lack of feeling

Put on your slick dark lashes

We’re bending down to the fucking famous

But no one will pay the cost laid by our classical means

They’ll spend it until their statements get better

We all buy it, we don’t fight when it gets better

Still, the new art won’t stand to feed us

They stack all lies and they show us all we need

Licking down dirt it’s all greed, it’s all routine

We got new shackles, we’re governed slaves

And it’s all been paid, it’s all been said

They say that the cost is no matter, that’s irrational wheeze

Because you’re still no classic

Stick around, be the last coat hanging

It’s like a Maglite flashing

It doesn’t matter how you want to

Frame it, when the beauty ain’t ever in it

Just another line of your well cut fashion

They all bow to the colors of your dark lashes

The new art won’t stand to feed us

They stack all lies and they show us all we need

Taking their time behind our backs, it’s all routine

We got new shackles, we’re governed slaves

If I’m not okay you’ll take it out of the last in me

It’s our own late show, it’s our only choice

We don’t mind when it gets better

We don’t mind when it’s all pleasure

The new art won’t stand to feed us

We ain’t better, we ain’t feathered, so don’t bother us

And we ain’t silenced, ain’t titled, ain’t far away

We lack no motion, they show us all we need

Licking down dirt, it’s all greed

Pull it down with your slick trigger finger

We lack no shackles, we’re governed slaves

If I’m not okay you’ll take it out of the last in me