Wierd Contrivances of Bullsh*t
By: found
Weird contrivances of bullsh*t,
Dance thru my head.
I can’t tell fact from fiction, regardless of what’s said.
All I know are contradictions, falsehoods and facades.
People want you to believe, apply faith and all the while hide their cards.
Should you play or just plain…
Get up and walk away.
Do you trust what you know,
Or do you try to know more and more and more of…
Weird, idiotic contrivances of bullsh*t,
Sitting on my brain.
I try and stand them but they shall not be moved.
The funny part isn’t even funny at all,
‘Cause it’s presently real.
I can’t escape or avoid the temptation to play right along with…
Weird, idiotic, back-handed contrivances of bullsh*t…
It’s my livelihood.
You have information that I need.
You refuse to share.
I ask you a direct question…
You refuse to care.
So I put on the face and play the game…
But you cry foul and boo and hiss.
What I don’t understand is this…
You can play, but I can’t? What is that, but…
Weird, wild, idiotic, back-handed contrivances of bullsh*t,
Rotting our souls.
You say it’s this,
I say it isn’t.
What the f*ck is that.
You use words like love, date, let’s talk, let’s go out and let’s have sex.
Although you never complain of the unending contriteness or paradox of virtue.
So please explain these…
Weird, farcical, wild, idiotic, back-handed contrivances of bullsh*it.
You know, the ones afoot.
You do this and I pray you don’t.
How in the hell do you keep them straight?
Why in the f*ck do you like to placate?
You see smiling implies certain niceties that your speech and mouth betray;
But do you really give a f*ck about the priorities gone astray?
Intimacy has to do with real love, so don’t be fooled when I say how shameful are…
Weird, fake, wild, farcical, idiotic back-handed contrivances,
Dancing through my dome.
When does it end? How does it end?
Where will it end? And who the f*ck’s ‘gonna’ end the…
Weird contrivances of bullsh*t destroying us all.
