About the Purpose That We Serve
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So we're caught in conversation
Lost in language I can't understand
Civility's a foil for all the blood that stains the soil
We never scratch beneath the surface of the sand
Dialed-in dreams; disassociation
This type of talk makes me want to cry
It took people in the street to make modernity complete
Don't take a PhD to see it was a lie
Every action driven in the living
Nourished with some notions close at hand
Some food for thought, one just might choke on what they're given
There's so, so many voices, look around and you've got choices
But the angle's always altered for convenience
Common sense so tailored to the time
It were ever to conserve that which we think that we deserve
Perverted and preserved to stay in line
Beware the seduction of those choices
Especially the easiest to see
Somewhere in the middle falls a deep dismissal of us all
And expectation it would endlessly be we
Who cast a vote of no imagination
Who dive down hook and sinker for the line
A thing called "progress" is produced through practiced patience
But metaphors for forward motion often reel you back in time, I tell you
We two were waxing philosophic
About the purpose that we serve
About our fracturing perspectives
About the trust that we deserve
Some say you've got no way of knowing
So leave it to the ones who do
Be it a priest or politician
Know it's never you
It's just a modern iration
It's just a taken of the truth
While we'd be purpose all our wisdom
Mom stands there, so loose
Lost in language I can't understand
Civility's a foil for all the blood that stains the soil
We never scratch beneath the surface of the sand
Dialed-in dreams; disassociation
This type of talk makes me want to cry
It took people in the street to make modernity complete
Don't take a PhD to see it was a lie
Every action driven in the living
Nourished with some notions close at hand
Some food for thought, one just might choke on what they're given
There's so, so many voices, look around and you've got choices
But the angle's always altered for convenience
Common sense so tailored to the time
It were ever to conserve that which we think that we deserve
Perverted and preserved to stay in line
Beware the seduction of those choices
Especially the easiest to see
Somewhere in the middle falls a deep dismissal of us all
And expectation it would endlessly be we
Who cast a vote of no imagination
Who dive down hook and sinker for the line
A thing called "progress" is produced through practiced patience
But metaphors for forward motion often reel you back in time, I tell you
We two were waxing philosophic
About the purpose that we serve
About our fracturing perspectives
About the trust that we deserve
Some say you've got no way of knowing
So leave it to the ones who do
Be it a priest or politician
Know it's never you
It's just a modern iration
It's just a taken of the truth
While we'd be purpose all our wisdom
Mom stands there, so loose
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.11] So we're caught in conversation
[00:02.65] Lost in language I can't understand
[00:04.72] Civility's a foil for all the blood that stains the soil
[00:07.67] We never scratch beneath the surface of the sand
[00:10.82] Dialed-in dreams; disassociation
[00:13.76] This type of talk makes me want to cry
[00:17.08] It took people in the street to make modernity complete
[00:19.64] Don't take a PhD to see it was a lie
[00:23.49] Every action driven in the living
[00:25.95] Nourished with some notions close at hand
[00:29.06] Some food for thought, one just might choke on what they're given
[00:32.51] There's so, so many voices, look around and you've got choices
[00:35.68] But the angle's always altered for convenience
[00:38.47] Common sense so tailored to the time
[00:41.60] It were ever to conserve that which we think that we deserve
[00:44.52] Perverted and preserved to stay in line
[00:47.91] Beware the seduction of those choices
[00:51.02] Especially the easiest to see
[00:53.90] Somewhere in the middle falls a deep dismissal of us all
[00:56.97] And expectation it would endlessly be we
[01:00.23] Who cast a vote of no imagination
[01:03.13] Who dive down hook and sinker for the line
[01:06.25] A thing called "progress" is produced through practiced patience
[01:09.11] But metaphors for forward motion often reel you back in time, I tell you
[01:12.62] We two were waxing philosophic
[01:15.85] About the purpose that we serve
[01:19.61] About our fracturing perspectives
[01:22.95] About the trust that we deserve
[01:26.73] Some say you've got no way of knowing
[01:30.37] So leave it to the ones who do
[01:34.22] Be it a priest or politician
[01:37.34] Know it's never you
[01:41.73] It's just a modern iration
[01:45.44] It's just a taken of the truth
[01:50.62] While we'd be purpose all our wisdom
[01:53.54] Mom stands there, so loose
[01:57.19]
[00:02.65] Lost in language I can't understand
[00:04.72] Civility's a foil for all the blood that stains the soil
[00:07.67] We never scratch beneath the surface of the sand
[00:10.82] Dialed-in dreams; disassociation
[00:13.76] This type of talk makes me want to cry
[00:17.08] It took people in the street to make modernity complete
[00:19.64] Don't take a PhD to see it was a lie
[00:23.49] Every action driven in the living
[00:25.95] Nourished with some notions close at hand
[00:29.06] Some food for thought, one just might choke on what they're given
[00:32.51] There's so, so many voices, look around and you've got choices
[00:35.68] But the angle's always altered for convenience
[00:38.47] Common sense so tailored to the time
[00:41.60] It were ever to conserve that which we think that we deserve
[00:44.52] Perverted and preserved to stay in line
[00:47.91] Beware the seduction of those choices
[00:51.02] Especially the easiest to see
[00:53.90] Somewhere in the middle falls a deep dismissal of us all
[00:56.97] And expectation it would endlessly be we
[01:00.23] Who cast a vote of no imagination
[01:03.13] Who dive down hook and sinker for the line
[01:06.25] A thing called "progress" is produced through practiced patience
[01:09.11] But metaphors for forward motion often reel you back in time, I tell you
[01:12.62] We two were waxing philosophic
[01:15.85] About the purpose that we serve
[01:19.61] About our fracturing perspectives
[01:22.95] About the trust that we deserve
[01:26.73] Some say you've got no way of knowing
[01:30.37] So leave it to the ones who do
[01:34.22] Be it a priest or politician
[01:37.34] Know it's never you
[01:41.73] It's just a modern iration
[01:45.44] It's just a taken of the truth
[01:50.62] While we'd be purpose all our wisdom
[01:53.54] Mom stands there, so loose
[01:57.19]