Attica! Attica! - Tyler And Marla Were Right lyrics

rate me

Everybody says they hate the sound of their own voice

But I'll admit that I prefer mine to any other noise

So does that make me self-absorbed or do I even have a choice?

It's probably both, but I keep talking either way

In the haze of glowing screens we pin our thoughts to message boards

Disregarding countless ideas tied upon the thread before

And so we miss the irony that ours will also be ignored

Are we content to merely shout out into space?

In cathedrals with stained windows people whisper quiet prayers

To a god that listens well because no one knows if he's there

But we don't bother to investigate because we are too scared

If there's no god, then who will tell us it's okay?

All the lefties dream their jerseys will majestically ascend

To the rafters of arenas where we celebrate dissent

Where we talk of revolution while consuming all we can

The game's not what you do; it's only what you say

And I know how to play

So we keep our hands raised high and we all silently yearn

To be the next who's called upon to show what we have learned

Because no one really listens we just all wait for our turn

Our minds our clogged with all the things we plan to say

I've got something to say