Pacific to Be Specific

We're all buying into something we say we don't want a part of
 And we're all trying to put our fingers on emotions we can't place
 And we're all dying from those things we put into our bodies
 And we're all lying to ourselves when we say it's all coming together
 So let's burn down those bridges and grow into our britches
 Rip out painful stitches
 And make beauty for the sake of sanity
 And let's mark our territories and get good at telling stories
 About our long-strived glories that aren't true
 But sure as hell resemble the truth
 And hold the same connotations as two
 Let's wash the taste of blood out of our teeth