Lyrics

The wind's manifesto blows out clouds,
liquid glass in transition. A mind finds
which forms to take and which
to let the tension of intrigue radicalize.
So get busy living or get busy dying.
That's what Red said and I don't give a
fuck what you think. Fuck what you think. Fuck you.

Another reaction, another reaction,
another reaction with prayer. Yeah, I swear.
Another reaction, another reaction,
another reaction. I swear that I care.

Rationalized violence inside these chambers.
No sad palpitations or seepages to convict.
Tactical facts, they are planned, and hall-of-famers
blamed with their own odious script.

Stop, look, laugh, and listen:
another reaction, another reaction I swear—

You will take me serious.
You will take me seriously.
You will take me out?