Intent and Purulent Discharge

I got bad news
Nothing really changes
We just wander aimless
Friends turn into strangers
Chalk up my exchanges and discard the conversations
As just carcasses for vultures in decomposition stages
Endless entertainment for these culture commentators
Stylish innovators that just vanish minutes later
Say, «His style is very painterly»
But painting’s not an art
Art is tricking you with statements that the painter’s painting art
Without an explanation, it’s just pretty little marks
The market sold imagination just to keep you in the dark
Like you bitches need a cosign to rock a fashion
Like you can’t see a bigger picture without a caption
Until some critic go and write it out
A long winded trite amount of words
That you can slide around some websites and fight about
Meaning’s what your life’s without
Surf until you’re wiping out
Conservation activist
You’re living with your lights out
What’s it all mean?
What’s he saying when he says it?
What’s the underlying topic?
What’s the motive in his message?
But what if he was bored and there was no between the lines
It was a way to pass the time, he liked the way it rhymed
What if he was bored and there was no between the lines
It was a way to pass the time, he liked the way it rhymed
What’s it all mean?
What’s he saying when he says it?
What’s the underlying topic?
What’s the motive in his message?
You know what the rattling pieces are in this, don’t you? Some little pieces of
buffalo chicken