What's with these lights? Is this an interrogation? What's with these lights? Third degree in the masses eyes What's with these lights? Is this an interrogation? What's with these lights? I've got nothing at all to say Beggar with a soapbox Kinesiatic with pride Beggar with a soapbox But i've got nothing to say Build a bigger soapbox The nothing just gets louder This is just another instance of strategically placed stagnation Move along Nothing to see here This is just strategic stagnation All our stomachs growl for the same thing Just another fix to us inside Eat, sleep, lather, rinse, repeat None of those things are good enough for me