(Pop)ular Science

Nothing feels right

But my fake smiles paint pictures like everything's fine

Sheep like what they're told

So they've got spindles spinning bad songs into gold

And who decides what's wrong or right to like?

When the puzzle pieces twist

And seem like they won't fit their match

And I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting

And all the best songs what's the best about 'em?

I thought I was part of something more

But more money, less substance, more demand

I've heard great songs that no one understands

You can't lay brick on wet cement or build castles out of sand

But who decides?

But when the puzzle pieces twist

And seem like they won't fit their match

Then I will try and try again

And hope that someone understands

I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting

And they can say they love you

But it still won't change a thing

'Cause the tides may turn tomorrow

And I won't be there to look

And I can say

I've got to say

Dollar by dollar, your soul gets smaller

And they don't care about

They don't care

It's a good thing bad trends fade away

It's so much cooler in the shade

And they don't care about

They don't care

We give in nightly to our addiction

A self-afflicted public crucifixion

They don't care about

And they don't care

Dollar by dollar, your soul gets smaller

They don't care about

They don't care about

They don't care

They never cared