I remember nineteen, saying this is the point where you stop. The journey the destination, not expanded epilogue. Vocal manifestos, come fingertip convictions. Introduce my future self, a living contradiction. Oh no... I'm falling down a hole Now I'm Jar Jar Binks, I don't give a fucking shit! Split myself into three parts with a pay to play mechanic. Now I'm a punk band from the sticks, anticapitalist Big break! Big tour sponsored by energy drinks. Oh no... I'm falling down a hole Now I'm writing songs for the sake of it This ones for all you disenfranchised kids