Dance And Laugh And Play. Ignore The Message We Convey. It Seems We're Only Here To Entertain. A Rebellion Cut-to-fit. I Refuse To Be The Soundtrack To It. While We Entertain We're Still Knee-deep In Shit. There's Something Wrong Inside. We've Played It Safe, Enjoyed The Ride. You Won't Like This But I've Something To Confide. We Stand For Something More Than A Faded Sticker On A Skateboard. Now We've Rained On Your Parade And We're Out The Door. And I Don't Even Care Any Fucking More. Witness This Pair In Accomplice. Witness This Pair; Lethargic, Unconscious. No Brows Furrowed In Question, Complacent, Completing Their Tasks (no Questions Asked) Consider This Critic A Cretin, Just Resting On Laurels Completely Invented. Word Acrobatics Performed With Both Harness And Net. I Am So Full Of Shit. But I Will Remain Until This Self-awareness Fades Until I Defeat The Purpose Of This Soapbox That You Made. That You Made. Hope, Perseverance, A Vision (some Doubt). Green Ink, A 26 Oz., A Bad Case Of Big-mouth. A Sum Of Our Parts And I've Never Laughed Harder. A Song In Our Hearts And I've Never Laughed Harder. It Don't Really Matter Cuz Nothing's Ever Felt As Right As This. (by The Way, I Stole This Riff)