it doesn't matter what i saynncos every sentence endsnnin a steadman spraynnforefinger blackened in songnnbroken blood from an empty vesselnn nnthey will say what they will saynnbut i've worked as hard as anyone elsenngot the same fire in these veinsnncopper cords, yeah, electric tapenn nnchains and tiresnntill you can't sleepnnand all this to someday never wake upnnand it never ends, no, it never endsnn nnit just hits harder every daynnand the corporate hands tighten their graspnnhow can i say anythingnngot no funds, no representationnn nnlet them take what they will takennas we say, thanks so muchnnyeah, everything helpsnnjust be grateful you are freennto do anything they saynn nnoh, the wait this yearnnfor the new sundance independent filmsnnoh, it never ends, no, it never endsnn nnand whow can we ever expect we're getting outnnwhen we can't even see what we're insidennyou've spoken for us, will you speak to us nownncan we mellow out, will you settle downnnare we just fooling ourselvesnntoo elite for us nownnyou think you're so separatenn nndo you hear us down herenncan you feel it nownn nnhave we all gone too tourettesnnto make sense of anything elsennthey can't steal your sufferingnnthey can't steal your memoriesnn nnoh the world's gone madnncan you feel it now