III. Songtext
von pulses.

Why do I need the answers?
We pick y′all to make some sense of it
(So much injustice, we cannot get stuck)
Prop you up on stilts of votes
And yet we see your judgment is just that
(I realize now it's never enough)

It′s just, huh? Just a load of shit
It doesn't quit, and we never learn
But you went to school just to scorn
Every single breathin' body that got you there

You couldn′t care less about the little guy
And one side really wasn′t shy about it
So we tried and tried to show you we been demonized
Stoke the flames to thaw the ice
Since these leaders act like mice
Luigi might've got the people stoked
His mansion could use another ghost


Third time, third reich
Fuck you, good night
Third time, third reich
Fuck you, good night

Disc-disc-discontented with this connection
With the ill intention of a coward
The hour of rapture is long overdue
It′s never been us, it's you
And that′s all you're gonna get

I′m not givin' you the answer
Just hold attention for the time
It's up to you to mobilize
How you able

You want it, you got it
Performance of horse shit
It don′t let up ′cause we never learn
To turn the page and read the room

Read the room
Every single breathin' body there
As if we were all equally created
As once supposed stated


How do we find the answers when the questions aren′t even heard?
Words are weapons but defense against them is deferred
Will there be time left to lick our fuckin' wounds?
Draped in shadow, let a light come through the window soon

My people, they worry of festerin′ fiction
Spoken by leaders with questionable diction
Yearnin' for not but the simplest of needs
Yet met with resentment on all of our feeds

Third time, third reich
′Til hell we write
Third time third reich
'Til hell we write

(Third time, third reich) I need help from somebody else
('Til hell we write) it ain′t enough for you to save yourself
(Third time, third reich) you need help from somebody else
(′Til hell we write) it ain't enough for me to save myself

Guile of time (third time, third reich)
Quill, a tine (′til hell we write)
Guile of time (third time, third reich)
Quill, a tine ('til hell we write)