Great Mimes

My angry muse has got the sharpest tongue, the shortest fuse
And it wants what it wants when it wants it, what it can use
Your cold coal hearts at the center of this here
Collapsed in my fist, you threaten to spark
But I know you won't show your diamonds until I've torn you apart

I've seen the best minds of my generation
Drowning in the best designer medications
Perfecting their dedication to a lazy fix
Atrophied beyond activation
I've got a penny for your aggravation
And I'd like to snap those spineless minds
Like I'm cracking a matchstick, oh snap it

Could you cut it, cut it off?
Did you think thеir pandering wouldn't make you soft?
We camе, we saw, we conquered
We looked at what they offered
There ain't enough coin in the coffer to ever make it legit
Yeah, it makes me sick, it sorta makes me sick
The way you buy their shtick
I think that I should try to sell you a bridge