Everything is Wrong
Lincoln Lutz
I haven't been feeling
So good as of late
It's another perfect night
To spend wide awake
After one more bad day in a row
You reap what you sow
It's a bittersweet dream
I could taste but not see
You sang it to me
Then I could hear, feel and see
Ironic panic attacks
Compression, artifacts
Words, buzzwords, synonyms
McMansions, satanic hymns
Signs of insignificance
Premature enlightenment
Pink champagne, socialism
Oedipus, onanism
Radical Christianity
Nepotist bestiality
Water falls, fire flies
Angry laughs and happy cries
It's a bittersweet thing
But I can finally see
