Текст песни Best Friend - We Cut Corners

What is so wrong about robbing the poor?
You put hope in their bellies
And your manifesto through their front door
You inherit a tough love, a belligerent kind
You were the platinum infant
So it must be difficult to be the golden child
While your friends kill themselves from living too hard
Do you really wanna sit, sing and play your guitars
To a society of card-carrying bleeding hearts?
You play in the places that humanity hates
They're claustrophobically spacious
They're specially designed to raise the heart rate
And then like a prophet with improbable poise
You're propping up little people
Who'll probably drop dead in a second for the big boys
While your friends sit around and discuss their hangups
And your contemporaries have to piss in a cup
And confess that it's their powerlessness that corrupts
Solitude is my enemy and my best friend
Solitude is my enemy and my best friend
Lacking the enclosure isn't all that bad
I'm using muscles that I didn't even know I had
Finally, I found somebody just like me
I need to reassess all the hollow milestones
Solitude is my enemy and my best friend
While your friends kill themselves from living too hard
Do you really wanna sit, sing and play your guitars
To a society of card-carrying bleeding hearts?