Interpret:

Every Time I Die

Album:

The Big Dirty

Don't try to resist, 
you're coming with us.
Provisions are made, 
accommodations have been met.
Your words are encoded 
in the bleak genetics of the mob.
Praise apocrypha - omitted offense - 
to relieve us of guilt but not of our sin.
We've sacrificed discourse 
at the feet of your clever turn of phrase.
Now you owe it to us, 
we demand to be taken aback,
To be shown the revival of hope 
for which your words are responsible.


Oh, it's the end of the line
I'm cornered by a precedent
The sneering public eye
My job here is done.


You're fucking welcome.


Retract the accolade
The candid acclaim
Inspiration is cutting its loss
Regurgitate headlines 
or a theory on modern art
You've been fooled again, 
the red herring's a joke.


I've tried so hard to tell you
That I've tapped the well dry
But there's no word.


Stay wistful and young
The affected are banking on oblivion
In the drone of embittered hope
And we're sold by the way they wrote it.


Oh, it's the end of the line
I'm cornered by a precedent
The sneering public eye.


My job here is done.
My job here is done.


It is better to destroy 
than to create what is meaningless.
So the picture will not be finished. 


Goodnight.