Ecce Homo Lyrics - Local Business - Titus Andronicus

Okay i think by now we've established 

Everything is inherently worthless 

There's nothing in the universe 

With any kind of objective purpose 

And you could scream for a hundred years 

Split that sky with a thousand curses 

To tell the evil that men do 

Honey you wouldn't even scratch the surface 

Still many implications 

Not enough time to make them explicit 

Too many generalizations 

Not enough time to make specific 

And i spread my vile seed 

From the atlantic to the pacific 

Now i'm begging you on my knees 

Please don't make me get down and sniff it 

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It's that my god my comfort above 

Surely i'd be more complicit 

? 

I was born into this and now i'm dying because of it 

Yes it's us against them again smashing the system into the dirt 

Now we got the brown m&ms put the whole thing onto a tshirt 

I heard about audry and the master's tools 

Something about joe chasing a storm and the mud 

I coulda swore I saw the lord of the strummers 

Standing on a ladder to sow mind with the sludge? 

And it's a such weird world 

It feels real wrong smiling 

I see the shining sea (? or something?) 

I feel more like a living boy the more I live (?) 

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I heard silvoe white sing about the existential angst (?) 

When he ran out of all the problems 

Cause the thing about those problems was: 

Typical a, more money will solve them 

We're breaking out of our bodies now 

Trying to see what's underneath them 

Or about my pathetic self 

What would i say if I ever were to meet him 

I feel too guilty of a terrible crime 

And I know it was my birth 

Do it to the (something da da) on planet earth 

I was taken into custody by a janitor 

(?) 

Look at this youngish man 

Already half way off with his pants 

He's doing something weird with his hands 

He's got a multitude of hour ages planned 

And he's still trying to cough what he choked on in the churches 

Look at him now loitering in front of a vacant storefront bearded and bedecked in army surplus 

No wife's off giving a shit, when everyone's telling him he's full of it 

He forgets if he felt oppressed or depressed or which one came first in this crazy mess 

If he had taken too much, or not enough or which one was the worst one of this sort of stuff 

And he was so so unsure of feeling more? 

And that's a lot to say without words 

But I know it's a whole lot more than just being bored. 

Oh I know it's nothing more than just feeling bored.