Charlie Allen Strings
Feel like I'm seeing in bullet time
'Cause time all around me slows
And the faces start to look the same
All these lives just as rich as mine
Thinking of goodness knows
Each a drop, each a mind, each a name
And each is needlessly suffering
Worshiping rogue routine
And dressing for the end of history
Stalled out and constantly buffering
With lives hacked out in between
Don't tell me lie down and meant to be
Because
f..ck you, I won't do what you tell me
f..ck you, I won't do what you tell me
f..ck you, I won't do what you tell me
I can even feel the gossamer strings that once held me
What's my will in the sea of things?
With chemical reactions
As much a choice as to eat or to breathe
Maybe see what next season brings
Some gaudy new inaction
While if that works for me
You believe that as for me
f..ck you, I won't do what you tell me
f..ck you, I won't do what you tell me
f..ck you, I won't do what you tell me
I can even feel the gossamer strings that once held me
Oh God, and now you do what they tell you
Oh God and now you do what they tell you
Oh my lord, and now you do what they tell you
Can you even lift the whole crock of shit they sell you?
f..ck you, I won't do what you tell me
f..ck you, I won't do what you tell me
f..ck you I won't do what you tell me
I can even feel the gossamer strings that once held me
I can't even feel the gossamer strings that once held me
The phantom-limb new age begins
It pulls and propels me
