Holy Smoke

You God-damn Alabaster bastards
Shaking constitutions soft as a sand castle
Your fickle words don’t make me bat one lash
But, I got shackled to the same ol' boat
Got me on my knees praying to Holy Smoke
Oh, I’d rather die than see you pacified
Well I could never lie or fawn
But every now and then I need the denouement
Something more than just means to an end
Blasé billows drifted in the dead of night
Leaving brittle bones to crumble by the morning light
No, you won’t get an ounce of sympathy from me
'Cause I’ve been working at this all my life
And after everything I’ve sacrificed
I won’t feel remorse for heresy
Well I could never lie or fawn
But every now and then I need the denouement
Something more than just means to a—
More than just a means to get by
And I’ve been praying for so long for just a little of your time
To prove I’m right, oh
Deserving this time
Am I right?
I could never lie or fawn
But every now and then I need the denouement
And I can’t sing that I’m unique
But all these hypocrites can just create debris and
You celebrate 'em, and then you hate 'em
I wonder if it’s even worth creating
Something more than just means to an end