Postmadonna - Shredder Lyrics
Clung to mom in the store,the t-shirt I had on, I always seemed to wearBetter days when "why" was on my shirt, my tongue, my mindBetter days when "why" was on...Now I'm studying that glass bead gamewe designed when time was all for usto take it as a test, if you feel like it(something like)chess but more intricateSomething like waiting forFreedom from his years ofConsiderationWho was sold toAll of you ought toGive thanks to the latestParadigm whereThose who bother toTake what you started and live itWe honestly came highly regarded atSolving these thingsOur latest problems fromcenturies agoUnwritten instructions fromA time of nowhere