Trip and Stumble Defiance, Ohio

And I haven't had an honest conversation in weeks
And irony rolls off my tongue much more easily
And I don't think it's mean, it just represents a chilling disconnect from reality
And nation building nation states are captured in the acetate
Or filtered through our heads through the flicker of the windows on our street as we're walking home
Is there any place that's sane?
Is there any place that makes sense?

And I said, "Things are bad," didn't I? Didn't I?
And we tripped and stumbled for half the walk home

What the fuck?
Is this what passes for life?
I'm pretty sure this is the worst that I've ever felt?
So fucked up, that even I'm talking crazy sometimes