The Rip lyrics

Song information

Artist: A Wilhelm Scream
Album: Mute Print

Lyrics

Fuck genius. what's an artist?
Dead words devoid of meaning. let's drop them
I know where they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole
Let's start from zero
Now, listen close
This is a rip: "the scream that ignites the world?"
We're slaves to radios. we're not worth shit to talk to
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound
Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own. it's an insult. you've fallen for it
It feels like your own. it's your anthem, as jaded as its source
The anemic. the pale, the sullen
An albumís evidence. I believed that shit
Here, stuck in radios. no one's worth shit to talk to
These were my heroes
Now they're all jokes
This is a rip. 'the scream that ignites the world?"
We're slaves to radios. we're not worth shit to talk to
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own. itís an insult. you've fallen for it
It feels like your own. it's your anthem, as jaded as its source
The ceiling is waiting
And you follow like it mattered if you did
And it dropped you on your head cuz you took yourself for granted
Heartless and headstrong. jump right over the bodies
Life's a race. it's an obstacle course
Hide, but you'll never have a choice when you go
They would have noticed you if they had known, but you're fucked
They'll only love you when you're gone
Or barely hanging on to all your organs and dignity while you're rotting in hospitals
Don't believe it?
It's not your fault. you're just worthless. you're one in a million
Where ís god?
The ornament, the holiday song whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta-johns?
Don't believe this
You're not worthless
It's us against millions and we can't take them all
But we can take them on