(POP)Ular SciencE

(POP)Ular SciencE

Bayside
(album: The Walking Wounded)

Nothing feels right,
But my fake smiles paint pictures like everything´s fine.
Sheep like what they´re told,
So they´ve got spindles spinning bad songs into gold.
And who decides what´s wrong or right to like?

When the puzzle pieces twist,
And seem like they won´t fit their match,
I´ll be waiting, I´ll be waiting.
All the "best" songs,
What´s so "best" about ´em?

I thought I was part of something more,
But more money, less substance, more demand.
And I´ve heard great songs that no one understands.
You can´t lay bricks on wet cement or build castles out of sand.
But who decides?

But when the puzzle pieces twist,
And seem like they won´t fit their match,
Then I will try and try again,
And hope that someone understands.
I´ll be waiting, I´ll be waiting.

And they can´t say they love you,
But it still won´t change a thing,
´cause the tides may turn tomorrow
And I won´t be there to look.

I can say -
I´ve got to say -
Dollar by dollar, your soul gets smaller,
Trending what we fought to make ours.

They don´t care about,
They don´t care.
It´s a good thing bad trends fade away.
It´s so much cooler in the shade.

They don´t care about,
They don´t care.
We give in nightly to our addiction.
A self-afflicted public crucifixion.

They don´t care about,
They don´t care.
Dollar by dollar, your soul gets smaller,
Trending what we fought to make ours.

They don´t care about,
They don´t care about,
They don´t care,
They never cared.