Scoundrels

All our friends have, have sponsors

In the hope to attract a national brand

Sum your values up on a postcard

Hide the long, the long words under stamps

I'm praying for wisdom, a better physician

While softly blaspheming in the brace position

And every professional, checking the sensible

Barely detectable, flawed by a scoundrel's design

And I fall, oh, I tend to fall sometimes

Though I'm tall

But I can't access Heaven if I tried

No, I won't get to Heaven in this life

I could lie awake, oh God, how I used to lie awake

And listen to repetition

In my dreams I'm chased, well, at least when I dream them

Not since my carbon emissions, oh

I've taken to listless, I've been preconditioned

To misdiagnosing myself to remission

We hunt down this villain, condemned to perdition

Worn down by attrition and flawed by a scoundrel's design

And I fall, oh, I tend to fall sometimes

Though I'm tall

But I can't access Heaven if I tried

No, I won't get to Heaven in this life

So what's it even mean

To be accepted by the scene

And doubt your worth in magazines

And lend your life to ketamine?

You know that

And I could see the woods if not for all these fucking trees

And we're so hounded by a cure

That's for a separate disease

He lights the sparkler, prays it dies

Another threat, he stays inside

There's no more meaning to the highs

There's only viewing platforms built to watch it burn

I'm not sure if it's purpose anymore

But I know this, despite my wish, a scoundrel's all I'll ever