morals of the wise have to wait in line
breathe in the stench of the human condition
in spite of all his discontent
watch as he cuts his hands on a safe living
in spite of all his discontent
righteous men know nothing
back up machinery still good
self serving piety still good
with all that form you'd think
better they knew everything
extra regular
still, i see you're scared of strangers walking by
and it makes me wish we were still alive