Lyrics Imitation Is The Sincerest Form Of Battery - Every Time I Die
Don't
try
to
resist,
you're
coming
with
us.
Provisions
are
made,
accommodations
have
been
met.
Your
words
are
encoded
in
the
bleak
genetics
of
the
mob.
Praise
apocrypha
- omitted
offense
- to
relieve
us
Of
guilt
but
not
of
our
sin.
We've
sacrificed
discourse
at
the
feet
of
your
clever
turn
of
phrase.
Now
you
owe
it
to
us,
we
demand
to
be
taken
aback
To
be
shown
the
revival
of
hope
for
which
your
words
are
responsible.
Oh,
it's
the
end
of
the
line
I'm
cornered
by
a
precedent
The
sneering
public
eye
My
job
here
is
done
You're
fucking
welcome...
Retract
the
accolade
The
candid
acclaim
Inspiration
is
cutting
its
loss
Regurgitate
headlines
or
a
theory
on
modern
art
You've
been
fooled
again,
the
red
herring's
a
joke
I've
tried
so
hard
to
tell
you
That
I've
tapped
the
well
dry
But
there's
no
word
Stay
wistful
and
young
The
affected
are
banking
on
oblivion
In
the
drone
of
embittered
hope
And
we're
sold
by
the
way
they
wrote
it
Oh,
it's
the
end
of
the
line
I'm
cornered
by
a
precedent
The
sneering
public
eye
My
job
here
is
done
x2
It
is
better
to
destroy
than
to
create
what
is
meaningless.
So
the
picture
will
not
be
finished...
Goodnight.
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