"The Rip" 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 album's 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
It's 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
The ceiling is waiting
And you follow like it mattered if you did
And it dropped you on your head
'Cause you took yourself for granted
Heartless and headstrong
Jump right over those 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 is god? The ornament, the holiday song
Whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta-johns?
Don't believe them. You're not worthless.
It's us against millions and we can't take them all
But we can take them on
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 album's 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
It's 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
The ceiling is waiting
And you follow like it mattered if you did
And it dropped you on your head
'Cause you took yourself for granted
Heartless and headstrong
Jump right over those 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 is god? The ornament, the holiday song
Whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta-johns?
Don't believe them. You're not worthless.
It's us against millions and we can't take them all
But we can take them on
