Four More Years

Tempt me to sing the praises
Of the silent phases of our lack of history
Send me something that raises
Up the violent mazes of this tactful misery

So tell me there's something to be gained
Just tell me we're losing through restraint
Tell me something senseless and vain
Tell me anything to make me feel more sane
Than you

Expression of developments beyond mere mass incompetence
Digression to accomplishments bygone and past irrelevance
Humanity denied
Profanity inside
And now we all know why

Reminder of the blinders lining the mindless media eyes
No kinder were designers feigning to find these theatrical lies
So quick to deride
Too thick to provide
Just how the thrall decried

No matter what we do to the machine
None of us has done a thing
As long as it's still moving

The fatter gets the corpse of industry
Once the just have gone to sing
The song of its improving

Because we all know we can't fix what's not broken
No we can't go recant this lot's plot spoken
We can not defend nor befriend the intentful resentful corruption that we're choking on

So tell me there's something to be gained
Just tell me we're losing through restraint
Tell me something so senseless and vain
That it finally drives me sane
That I finally refuse to contain
My hatred for you