Obsessed With the Excess

Catching whispers on the phone

But the whispers get away

Making entries in our diaries

With all the things we think they say

Can you hear it?

I can't hear it

Can you hear it?

I can't hear it

Can you hear it?

No, I can't hear it

Can you see it?

I can't see it

Can you see it?

No, I can't see it

Can you see it?

I said, I can't see it

We've been feeding the vermin

Now they're hanging around

Can't we take back the sermon

That we tossed in the crowd?

Obsessed with the excess

But we're stuffed with a crumb

The lessons progress less

As professors succumb

They're craving confusion

When starved of sense

And graven confusion

Has been heaven sent

Well, can you do it?

I can't do it

Can you do it?

I can't do it

Can you do it?

I can't do it

This is the way that sick people play

Hands in their pockets, goosebumps on display

Ah, can you do it?

I can't do it

This is the way the well people drink

Mouths on the spigots of the sick people's sinks

Ah, can you do it?

I can't do it

In the town square, in the city hall

In the war room on a conference call

They set the date to drop the bomb

They sit and wait with perfect calm

I wanna do it

I wanna do it

I wanna do it

I wanna do it

If you call this living, if you call that love

If you'd call the cops before God above

If you'd call the cops before God below

If you call this culture then I think you know

The stone cold con and the six, six, six

Trading in our eyeballs for asterisks

Trading our idols for rapprochement

We're burning the bridges that we're crossing on

I wanna do it

I wanna do it

I wanna do it