"WTEN" lyrics

Don't feed the birds
It isn't worth it
One more fucking opinion
One more face with a mouth

Nobody cares
Nobody asked you
Your sick twisted amusement
Ain't half as sick as the crowds

All of your few and forgotten wins
They won't be picked up by the anchormen
Nothing is worth half as much as it costs
I'm starting to feel like they're ripping us off

And I swear if I don't get that money back
I'll rob this place for everything it has
If I don't get that money soon
I promise you'll be wishing you
Never talked to anyone like that

If it's the last thing I ever do
I swear to God, I'll make it so you
See this face all over WTEN

Armed to the teeth
And sweating bullets
Nothing to say
But still the loudest
Pray to God
Please don't make me do it again
Amen

I was building it up like an architect
With a college degree
Unprepared for the big
Collapse eventually

Nothing short of a modern day Kerouac
But without all the wit and the intellect
But a wiser man than he, he told me

Don't feed the birds
It isn't worth it
One more fucking opinion
One more face with a mouth

Nobody cares
Nobody asked you
One more fucking opinion
One more face with a big fat mouth