Salient
At the Drive-In Lyrics

In a severe beat persistent,
We are in a harsh and intense situation that continues without relent.

As scarecrows we wait.
We are waiting like empty beings with no purpose or direction.

Civil quarters in Haitian tongue.
There is an attempt to maintain a delicate balance or peace, but communication is difficult and misunderstood.

Fatherless forfeiture, Of blue cerebral lawn.
Our loss and sacrifice is causing us mental anguish and pain.

Hollow be your fertility, Bundled in shambles.
Your efforts are empty and meaningless, and everything is in a state of ruin and disarray.

Auditory clock, Little hand on the stolen permission, Big hand ticking on your lame excuse ambition.
We are aware of the passage of time, and we see that you are using cheap excuses to justify your lack of progress or motivation.

It's three-day-evolution-O' clock, In the eye of the norm.
There is a moment of change happening that is not obvious to everyone, but it is happening nonetheless.

Between the cracks of syntax error, Presubstance upheaval, Embalming parades.
There are underlying problems that are not being addressed, and instead there are only empty and meaningless shows of tradition and formality.

Sitting and waiting for the beep, I got the human question, And you got the answering machine.
We are trying to communicate, but we are met with silence and apathy from you.

And I pricked my nails, On the Ouija board splinters. Checked all my messages, And your tone gave me all sorts of shivers.
Our attempts at communication are causing us pain and discomfort, and we are becoming more and more fearful of your response.

Screeched my nails down on the green chalkboard, Never was I more determined: 500 times I must not talk, Out of turn.
We are feeling frustrated and rebellious, but we know we must follow the rules and maintain our composure.

Nesting, I'm the legion, I am my own membership.
We are finding comfort and strength in our own unity and collective identity.

Incident, The circumference of your chain-link steering wheel.
There is a moment of danger and crisis caused by your actions or decisions.

Rolling dice, Plush interior. Power steering clear of objects that are closer than they appear, In the rear view of the mirror.
You are taking risks and living recklessly, ignoring the warning signs around you.

All your "soon"'s are all of my "now"'s. (x4)
Our sense of urgency and impatience is not being taken seriously or respected by you.

I bought myself with apologies, No returns. Indent with attendant repair, Demand and supply.
We are trying to make amends and fix the problems we have caused, but it is a difficult and complicated process.

Swimming in bourbon, And spoiled without, An offsides penalty, With Russian alibis, And masked as intuition lullabies.
We are drowning in our own self-indulgence and arrogance, making excuses for our mistakes and pretending that it was all part of our plan.

And your check bounced higher, Than any other piece of plagiarism, Stolen from concrete expenses.
You are trying to cheat and take shortcuts, but you are only causing more problems and making things worse.

It expired, Repetitive calamity with tender pitch, And your risk nature.
Your reckless and irresponsible behavior is causing repeated disasters, and you are doing it all with a false sense of vulnerability and tenderness.

Well, not a damn thing becomes epic, In wetback proportions.
No matter how much we try to make it meaningful, it is all meaningless in the grand scheme of things.

Nothing holds the pages in mid-sentence anxiety, Against bought-out variety.
There is no stability or consistency in our situation, and everything is being dictated by what is most profitable or convenient.

These partly cloudy assumptions, Under the counter pleads, If by reason of profanity.
We are making assumptions and taking risks based on incomplete or unreliable information, and we are doing it all in secret and with a disregard for the rules.

Ditto, Mine. Alone, Intact, And faithfully humble. Amusement likes those who mumble.
We are reaffirming our own identity and independence, and we find joy in our own quiet resilience.

Rack on top shelf categorization, I bought myself with apologies. Indent, Attendant repair. Repulsive, Gently lower each side of buckets.
We are putting ourselves in a position of shame and regret, trying to make amends and fix what we have broken, and it is a difficult and painful process.

I got a human question, And I got my fists in my pockets, And all the fallen angels dancing at my feet. And all your "soon"'s will always be all of my "now"'s. (x8)
We are still trying to communicate, but we are feeling frustrated and angry, and we know that you will never take our concerns seriously.

"Not I," said the redness in my eyes, Who happened to be choking on its own gizzard, Getting stuck in the side of the air passages.
We are in a state of panic and confusion, feeling overwhelmed and unable to speak.

Compact and phlegm, Fetal concentration camp vacancy. With bulldozer suaveness, Tiptoeing in the safety of your own home. Lashing out in self defense, To the undertow of your intruder projectile excuses.
We are feeling trapped and helpless, like we are in a prison with no escape, and even when we try to fight back, we are met with more confusion and frustration.

I got a human question, And you got the, Answering machine.
We are still trying to communicate, but we are being ignored and left to feel helpless and alone.