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useless major - backwoods mythology كلمات أغنية

[intro]
prophet is prime for slaughter

it doesn’t matter after w__

[verse]
cork_stuffed fabric, belief in magic, bad habit of anti_progressive action
anti_confederate civilian factions, gemini
two sides, split across the middle

north/south, union/traitor, urban/rural
we got it all, gangs to duels
life and death, obedience and sin, here’s my own accrual

i entered the world blood_covered
sacramental cloth_smothered
surrounded by bible belt_type jesus lovers

agnostic father, a methodist mother
true american, melding pot of religion
real cluttered

preschooled by catholic nuns, not many memories
but saw the hate they received for being vietnamese
they called me little hummingbird due to my energy
name from my past would become a future identity
went to price elementary, named for a general of the confederacy
southwest missouri, history of white supremacy
even now, i’m down the street from an old all_white fraternity
their souls imposed in limestone for all eternity

[chorus]
i think we’re too late
i think we’re too late
(ah, ah)
i think we’re too late

[verse]
what a predictable mistress capitalist greed is
backwoods are the first to feel it because small towns can’t feed it

economic centers go undefeated
and you only get stimulus if you’re kneelin’. the thing is

revolution seems to be what we’ve needed
but i got a call from my friend in cali, he says i’m dreamin’

you’ve got to have hope, violence is from a world grown old
but i’d rather lose in a fight than a failed vote

collective voice is weaker than collective action
this proxy war online keeps us slacking
living vicariously instead of actin’
how do you expect to move forward when any movement is absent?

if i say “love conquers all,” that’s too positive and corny
if i say “set fire,” i’m a radical obsessed with glory
if i’m nuanced, y’all just ignore me
and making music with no message bores me

the prophet is prime for the slaughter, i get it
shoot the messenger, bleed him dry on an altar
i’ve coped with a devilish offer
i’ve dealt with wound salters

i’ve grown stronger after i’ve faltered
i dare you to exile me because you see an imposter
i dare you to martyr me for the philosophies that i foster
it’s true i don’t always get along with the father

don’t pray much anymore either. who am i to bother?
is it my fault that i can’t make sense of it with the brain he soldered?

history has a way of repeating
we use the same words but try to find new meanings

mythology is what i’m positing, are you following?
you see these scriptures and societal fixtures paint picturesque obscenities
i see the pig behind the lipstick gleaming. yaweh
god of war and weather, our way of hearing the universe speaking

[bridge]
high horse, ego, grace
life force, evil, faith

all we know
none of it matters after we go

none of it matters after we go

[chorus]
i think we’re too late
i think we’re too late
(ah, ah)
i think we’re too late

i think we’re too late
i think we’re too late
i think we’re too late

- useless major

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