if you put it off til tomorrow   when dawn is on its way down to meet us   and we’ll continue down that same road   and trust that it’s still paved   oh I would learn in the lessons of tomorrow   which are the headlines of today   but we are all risk takers   and gambling’s in our blood      and alcohol is bittersweet in the end   and nicotine will singe the linens on which we sleep   our beds are made so now we must all get some rest      and we can not just let it go   and I can never sleep no more   this constant cognitive attack   on every sheep before it’s counted   cause we can not just let it go      so if you’re nonhuman then   you better start running   cause we’ve come to claim   our god-given dominion   and open your mouth   and swallow that shit   it’ll make you grow, grow, grow   bounded legs with stainless chains   and we’ll slit your throat, throat, throat      and we are all so out of it   and I feel so fucking powerless   the weights of guilt have struck the bow   with its crest of shame and seismic doubt   cause we are all so powerless