Birth of an Ideologue

(It finds me on my feet again, somehow it always does) I'll sit here alone Twisting my body I've just slept for days A contortionist I'll stagger about Ducking through alleys Then back to my room (Don't expect any, haha, return calls) I like the way it looks on me The words you say my titles Post-modern quips work well in threes In threes I like the way it looks on me When my idols, they still bleed green And let it flow for all to breathe That's me I like the way it looks on me Fashionistas will flock to see The brand new name I'm wearing Cynic I'm comfortable in my own skin And the looks I get I don't mind them I know my group, my group knows me We all share one identity I'm comfortable in my own skin And the looks I get I don't mind them I know my group, my group knows me We all share one identity And if I can I'll ask to leave Cus I don't feel safe on my feet now And if I can I won't return So please don't check, your phone for me I fell in a trap for the jury A generational threat To discard your neighbors completely Cus god won't care in the end We killed our lord and savior And dance around on his grave So when you see my rant on Twitter You can call me and ideologue The modern cynic There's only children in the desert of gold All we are is what we've been told There's only children in the dessert of gold All we are is what we've been told Help myself to a cup of joe and watch the fire in the streets Satisfied, I'm satisfied Free the shackles of tyranny by killing yourself for an ideology Justified, I'm justified (Wooo)