I've seen this shade of pink before
Preserved the ruins for my reward
What does it matter? Now I'm bored
We can't be civil anymore
Pump the books with what's been spilt
From fabricated waves of guilt
All biased viewpoints strewn across the field
What's revealed in what's concealed
It's a bad substitute for something you find real
Now I don't care what they told you, honey
Just shake it down again
Compelling reasons made so aimless
For connections to resent
Connections to resent
What's revealed in what's concealed
From where you've been to what you feel
With interests all in lost appeal
It's a bad substitute for something you find real
For something you find real