There's this satisfying urge to break the enemy,
The state, the whole damn world
And burn those advertisements sewn across the
Interstates of northern California.
Just when you try to indulge yourself in simple pleasures,
You stumble on a thorn.
Mixed information hits you from every corner
With nowhere to run, and it hurts.

And over time you learn to let it go,
Now that you're so refined, you can’t escape the truth.

Escape the truth.

And it all comes down to lay on the line.
Does it all come down to faith and love in time?

Does it satisfying an urge to break the enemy,
The state, the whole damn world?
And burn those advertisements sewn across the
Interstates of northern California, and it hurts.

And over time you learn to let it go,
Now that you're so refined, you can’t escape the truth.

Escape the truth.

And it all comes down to lay on the line.
Does it all come down to faith and love in time?