Imitation Is The Sincerest Form Of Battery

Don't try to resist, you're coming with us.
 Provisions are made, accommodations have been met.
 Your words are encoded in the bleak genetics of the mob.
 Praise apocrypha - omitted offense - to relieve us
 of guilt but not of our sin.
 We've sacrificed discourse at the feet of your clever turn of phrase.
 Now you owe it to us, we demand to be taken aback
 To be shown the revival of hope for which your words are responsible.
 Oh, it's the end of the line
 I'm cornered by a precedent
 The sneering public eye
 My job here is done
 You're fucking welcome...
 Retract the accolade
 The candid acclaim
 Inspiration is cutting its loss
 Regurgitate headlines or a theory on modern art
 You've been fooled again, the red herring's a joke
 I've tried so hard to tell you
 That I've tapped the well dry
 But there's no word
 Stay wistful and young
 The affected are banking on oblivion
 In the drone of embittered hope
 And we're sold by the way they wrote it
 Oh, it's the end of the line
 I'm cornered by a precedent
 The sneering public eye
 My job here is done x2
 It is better to destroy than to create what is meaningless.
 So the picture will not be finished...
 goodnight.