Curse You All Kids - Transistor Transistor

I sing and sever myself

I open my mouth

My goddamn mouth

But nothing comes out

We performed an autopsy on this text

Our hands are stained by an alphabet

That has ceased to make any sense

These kids are the fucking pigs

The new cops with bloodied noses on a haircut binge

My mind keeps my tongue in a sling

But my better nature’s bad heart

Is now barely beating

Curse you