Wreck

Throw your fist at the man You've got everything you need with your prescription, your houseplant Throw your fist at the phonies "Can't believe you went pop with your commercials, you money" What does it take to be heard? One hundred emails, my first born, your good word Who pulls the strings behind the stage? Some teenage critic who think he's a wise sage Oh, where does the good go? Oh, what's gonna happen tomorrow? Oh, why are you hiding? Oh, why am I fighting you this time? I can't keep saying what I think Like the past won't disappear just like a bad dream in bad ink And everyone's so avant garde One thousand worldview's just tugging on my arm Numb and dumb with burnout eyes We drank the poison we ate up the lie But every day starts good and pure With coffee, a clean slate my sin is obscured Oh, where does the good go? Oh, what's gonna happen tomorrow? Oh, why are you crying? Oh, why am I fighting you this time? I can't keep coming all undone Technology, morality, my life's a smoking gun You have a right to be forgiven Stop dredging up your crimes You know what's done is done, forgotten