I have no eyes until they're seen
no mouth unless you let me speak
no hands unless they're grasping
something I can destroy

No feet unless they're stomping flowerbeds
no rest until your piece is said
no fun unless it's had
through ruination tactics

I'm everything you want from me
but none of what I seem to be
this riddle I present to thee
what am I?

A strawman stands
in wind that's made 
by thousands in agreeance
that'll fade into the eons
running swiftly toward irrelevance

We'll make amends tomorrow
we can burn for atleast another day
then we'll face the flowing water
and come drifting down the drain

Riddle

While we make not make good money
or enjoy the boons of fame
we chose this strangeling path
and we are never coming home

In hall that's filled with people
overflowing with golden wine
in a sea of smiling faces 
we're the empty fuckin' eyes

Here we are,
the ironic shirt brigade
a sea of screenlit faces
indiscriminate drug rampage

Attachment is for e-mails
that's our moral guide
should you have some such for us
transmit them in format and file

Pixelated fucking screams
pierce my every waking dream

So it is and we must be
subjects to whim whose
outlooks are bleak

Oh, I'll have you know

We're not the grand wizards of whatever it is
you were expecting of us

Nah, we're nihilist fuckers
and counterfeit freaks
namedropping shitheads arbitrarily

We will keep no purpose,
we'll just leave you in the dust

And they'll keep no purpose
they'll just leave me in the dust

It hurts much more the later it's made clear
we are quickly losing face and it's important to know
we're growing old

Ironic shirt brigade



While we make not make good money
or enjoy the boons of fame
we chose this strangeling path
and we are never coming home

In hall that's filled with people
overflowing with golden wine
in a sea of smiling faces
we're the empty fuckin' eyes

Here we are,
the ironic shirt brigade
a sea of screenlit faces
indiscriminate drug rampage

Attachment is for e-mails
that's our moral guide
should you have some such for us
transmit them in format and file

Pixelated fucking screams
pierce my every waking dream

So it is and we must be
subjects to whim whose
outlooks are bleak

Oh, I'll have you know

We're not the grand wizards of whatever it is
you were expecting of us

Nah, we're nihilist fuckers
and counterfeit freaks
namedropping shitheads arbitrarily

We will keep no purpose,
we'll just leave you in the dust

And they'll keep no purpose
they'll just leave me in the dust

It hurts much more the later it's made clear
we are quickly losing face and it's important to know
we're growing old

Ironic shirt brigade | w/added vocals

Other projects:

https://soundcloud.com/krankboiz

https://soundcloud.com/quantum-ball-toucher

Youtube:

https://www.youtube.com/user/ChaosCheatSheet

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCGf-HL0hBIvVAePiTkdkHiQ

Karl Kvenning