Election

I got the reverence for a chance to look away when I can’t You got the bad attention span too keep the peace Talking heads under the rotting wood you stomp on brother We’ve got the bottom feeding attitude you need Verbal compost and permanent lectures That soak like mud through the boot on my skull Influenza in the vein Noiseless static cling Stomp the vision like a bug Where it crawls You got something to say to me, baby You got something to say to my face You got something to say to me, baby You got something to say to my face Handle with tension and sense while I’m scared Come relieve me of morality while I’m there On a cold black slab See no evil Don’t care If it ever comes right back to haunt me Crack it open and please let me leave Leave a piece Of the sad sad excuse of respect that you seek Seeping in Leaking out of the soul in the screen Till the next one falls asleep You got something to say to me, baby You got something to say to my face You got something to say to me, baby You got something to say to my face