Degraded-Preoccupations
We're throwing caution to the wind
We are consistent in our flaws
Predictably, we have no goals
Incapable of abstract thoughts
Wondering how long it might take to be through
I can't improve, I can't improve, I can't improve
Some good ideas split in two
So solemn and melancholy
Another thing that you can do
Unwillingly for some money
We're absolutely obsolete
Intolerant and overheating
Leaving our footprints in the concrete
There's nothing left here to compete for
Degrade into a fraction of yourself
Degrade into a fraction of yourself
Degrade into a fraction of yourself
Wondering how long it might take to leave you
I can't improve, I can't improve, I can't improve