Bourgeois Cowardice Lyrics

An attempt, an opportunity

At healing, like there never was

We pretend nothing happened,

That it's all alright, as if it ever was

The escalation, unsuccessful negotiation

Tried and tested, despised, detested

Punch us in the mouth, discard blood and phlegm

Punch us in the mouth, buried with the rest of them

DJ Quik's patois won't make you forget,

That come tomorrow we may be dead

An incident, a conflict

Forgiveness will never find us,

For we spiked your coffee

With hydrolysed collagen

We laced your electronic cigarette

With essential oils

Courtesy of the saviour you want and need,

The one you desire, the one you feed

We cried wolf and plugged the dyke with our fingers,

We were the ones overcome by your vile irrelevant wave of bourgeois cowardice

We're looking for the privilege of choice

We're reaching out for a trap rapper co-sign

Where is that good old Verfremdungseffekt?

It's all mind-body disconnect