Seeyouspacecowboy Dissertation Of An Idle Voice Lyrics

Bless the coming resurgence
The bitter lure of the repeat philosophy
Don't trust progress they marked as love
The main substance just calls for blood
(Don't trust), don't trust their so-called solution
They'll stab the nails in your hand and call it purity
Blegh
You don't need to cut out your heart
Nothing is falling apart
You don't need to cut out your heart
There's such beauty in writing your part