Something Needs to Die but Maybe It’s Not You Songtext
von Propagandhi

Staring at the ceiling
In the darkness
Your mind is racing
Repeating
Life is but a manic series of
Deflating failures when compared to the
Images that flash across the screen
What′s the point of all this?
What does any of it mean?
Good question!
I'd like the answer myself
But there′s one thing that I know
About you for sure


You were sent here with a Gift
But the realm in which we exist
Seeks to dazzle, to confuse
With every cheap, tawdry ruse
'til we forget what it is

The Gift is not glory
The Gift is not heroics
Or recognition
It's not the hatred
Our demonic leaders keep demanding

It′s something so impossibly mundane
It cannot be measured, it cannot be named
But it′s something so crucial to how things turn out
And you were sent here with it to conquer chaos and doubt
But that Great Deceiver in your ear
(the one laughing it all off with a sneer
With a derisive, discordant blast)
Is terrified that one day you'll grasp

Creation don′t make no trash

You may feel ill-equipped
And aimlessly adrift


But you were sent here with a Gift
What will you do with it?