2002-07-14 | PLASTIC WORLD

Some stupid unfinished song I wrote after watching the "robots" in the crowd during Dashboard Confessional Unplugged.

"ROBOTICS 2002"

Artificial intestinal fortitude

The clothes have begun sporting you

Who cares if I know more then you?

You're crumbling, I'm warning you

Studying their every word like a critic

Singing along like a robotic cynic

You wouldn't know good music if you were in the smut clinic

Whack es-static, lack esthetics, strung out on Triaminic

I'm seeing you everyday like Mr. Thornton

walking around like a bunch of whiny bleeders

look at the cliches you're sporting

they call you a cult following, because you have no leaders

I confess I'd like to demolish your dashboard

You caught me like the ball off the backboard

I respect you somewhat for even being on stage

I used to like your music, but now it leaves me enraged

It's not just yours, it's a million things

that became what they should never have

"bigger then life" means bring me the knife

- premature ejaculation | tantra +