H0W L0W3? Lyrics

So there I was staring down at the side of the shoreline waiting for my next big break

Thats when they grabbed me by the ankle

And dragged me back to the industry they considered the norm

I tried my best to show them every side of the angle

And perspective but they weren't having it

And their so called perfect equations are the reason

I punch holes into the walls of my mind

Music is a sound not a fucking category

Yet we use it as background noise to appease the

Beast that is known as The Algorithm

Shame on you, shame on this entire world for allowing this to be

But we don't think of the long term. HA! We could give a shit less

You want proof? Ask yourselves why our heroes are dead by their own hands

You're not special, everyone hurts

You're not perfect, never will be

I was left with nothing on the wayside alone to drown and die

Then dragged my body from the wreckage where nothing stayed the same

Then proved myself from time and time again

And yet I'm still expected to keep my mouth shut? Fuck you

Have I stepped out of line? I've been so dazed and confused from this maze of a life

But what was I expecting? understanding from a herd that sleeps on razor beds

How we sleep at night is far beyond me

Have we gone beyond our time forever?

You're not perfect, neither should you ever be

Take accountability, this holograms a dream

What's the point then? To fall in line

Back inside. All we love we leave behind

Death is just a fabrication.

You're not special, everyone hurts

You're not perfect, never will be

This conversation has been repetition blaring through the loud speaker

We are complacent to the simulation branded within our palms

How they stalk in the night is far beyond me

And what of all the wasted time? The never

You're not special, everyone hurts

You're not perfect, never will be

And now I'm sailing down what looks like an awful lot like the God damn river of sticks

To bask in the never ceasing spiral that compels me

To choose a direction with no spoiler to the ending

A common ritual that we turn a blind eye to day after day

Simply for the rush of affirmation

And if i could be Occam's razor, we're spoiled rotten down to the core

But even if I'm right, there will be no one left alive to keep fucking score

So keep your friends close, and your enemies six feet apart

For not one of them is as Hollow as I