I'm a beaten up child of no gods
Born on the cusp of a lost generation
I've some values but they come with a price
And it changes on the day based on the market and inflation
I cut off my roots for the sake of progression
I'm hooked on the constant but I feel no connection
I'm a flash on the screen, I am merchandise
I'm digging for bones in a post-civilization
The chip on my shoulder, I won't move it for no one
I reach over the rainbow from under the influence
Revelations at night, they are gone in the morning
So much going on and yet I'm bored all the time
Too hard for the hippies
Too smart for the Nazis
Too wild for the squares
Too straight for the freaks
Too old for the hipsters and the youth they're obsessed with
Too young to have kids
Yeah, I'm still just a kid
Too fast for the stoners
Too lazy to work
Too angry to work out
Too boring for techno
Too loose for the system and its tight regulations
Loose as the screws they say I have in my head
Too hard for the hippies
Too smart for the Nazis
Too wild for the squares
Too straight for the freaks
Too old for the hipsters and the youth they're obsessed with
Too young to have kids
Yeah, I'm still just a kid
Too fast for the stoners
Too lazy to work
Too angry to work out
Too boring for techno
Too loose for the system and its tight regulations
Loose as the screws they say I have in my head
Got a feeling deep down you've been cheated
You're in a pyramid scheme
Everybody's trying to sell you something
You know that you don't need
You want a lifted, painted veil
A fire and sulphur sky
Ice clear vision, window pane
Where you can see the stars for miles
Got this word, I call it "dispossession"
And what it means to be free
Oh, let the demons out
Oh, let the demons out
A new answer to that same old question
Is what I'm feeling real?
Oh, let 'em figure it out
Stripped down and spread out, I said
There is nothing they can teach you
A resignation just to be you
It blows a fuse inside like a dissonant psalm
You wanna speak like, "he said, he said"
You wanna think like, "she did, she did"
It blows a fuse inside like a dissonant psalm
D-A-R-K-N-E-S-S
We all came from where it's warm and wet
Seventy thousand curtains of tissue and regret
Projected in unholy presence
5-1-5-0, get your head up
I've got a date with my girl, Amanda
She's got a drill, if you sit real still
The blood won't bother you at all
There is nothing they can teach you
A resignation just to be you
It blows a fuse inside like a dissonant psalm
You wanna speak like, "he said, he said"
You wanna think like, "she did, she did"
It blows a fuse inside like a dissonant psalm
Oh, psycho surgery
They won't, they won't
They won't, they won't
They won't take me
Oh, psycho surgery
They won't, they won't
They won't, they won't
They won't
I'm a beaten up child of no gods
Born on the cusp of a lost generation
And I have some values but they come with a price
It changes on the day based on the market and inflation
I cut off my roots for the sake of progression
I'm hooked on the constant but I feel no connection
I'm a flash on the screen, I am merchandise
I'm digging for bones in a post-civilization
Digging for bones, post-civilization
Digging for bones, post-civilization
Digging for bones, post-civilization
Digging for bones, post-civilization
Digging for bones, post-civilization
Digging for bones, post-civilization
Digging for bones, post-civilization
Digging for bones, post-civilization
Digging for bones, post-civilization
Digging for bones, post-civilization
Digging for bones, post-civilization
Digging for bones, post-civilization
Digging for bones, post-civilization
I'm digging for bones, post-civilization