Lirama

These words don't mean shit
They never do
You're all bullshit artists looking for the catch phrase of the day
So all the sheep come running with their mouths agape, and their fingers pointed high
We're sick of the pretty ones with cocaine eyes and name-drop tounges selling handshake-lies about these broken skies
We're all bullshit artists, and this is wire tapped soul-searching at it's worst