Lyrics: William M. Adler/David Randall Blythe/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
Music: William M. Adler/David Randall Blythe/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
You hold a razor to your neck in your ignorance
And argue till you’re blue in the fingertips
Mass suicidal, impulse to resist
Confirmation bias and “evidence”.
Idle hands do devil’s work
Idle minds that go berserk
Strapped down ventilated and revoked
As Occam’s razor slits your throat.
Tribalized lobotomies
Extinction level comedy.
Entitlement and violence
A mutiny, arrogance.
Pre-paid ego trips in pointless directions
The road to hell is paved with bad concessions
Disastrous compromises with vanity
This funereal reality will mourn the death of expertise.
Idle hands do devil’s work
Idle minds that go berserk
Strapped down ventilated and revoked
As Occam’s razor slits your throat.
The body politic has decomposed
Decomposed
Watch it all decompose
You hold a razor to your neck.
Idle hands do devil’s work
Idle minds that go berserk
Strapped down ventilated and revoked
As Occam’s razor slits your throat.