Like formalists, content with what's first perceived
Words not phrase is what they see
Words and speeches don't exist out of nowhere
Small brain's dream : death of context
In a world of slogans and codified speech
They don't have to learn and think
Scene politics won't be enough to hide it
(They're the) death of critical spirit

That's where we were suffocating
In a highschool movie with "punks" in it
That's where we were fucking upset
When we saw, not the light, but a bunch of bands

You're a book in a pile of manifestos
Sincerity contrasting the pose
You're a witty statement among slogans
(You're the) last reason we're on this ground.