Shoot the Messenger
Sole Lyrics

Experts: go home, nothing to see, not here, not forever.
There are no experts or solutions to the problems we face in this world, so experts should just go home and stop pretending.

The 90's thinking man, 2002 dead man in us all.
We used to be idealists in the 90s, now we're all burnt out and dead inside by 2002.

In search for volunteers for the death of passion, and it Put nipples in the sky, the womb is all around us.
We're looking for people to help kill off our passion, and yet we're still surrounded by the creative force of life.

The alien racetrack is us. afraid to make eye contact is us.
We're the aliens to ourselves, afraid to connect with each other and look each other in the eye.

Walking blindly, counting credits we'll never see, Green balloons carry your cars away to plant in egypt To be a plant in the sidewalk of a wheelchair
We're walking blindly through life focused on attaining things we'll never really experience. In the end, we're just a useless plant in the pavement of life.

Race car driver. watery world, watery days; The water in my brain makes it hard to spot dry land, but I will fly again, Fall again, but never on my pen.
We're all just driving through life at a fast pace, distracted by the water in our brains. We will fail, but never give up our creative spirit.

These eyes have seen one too many movies And I fear my parents counterprogramming outlived their own.
Our upbringing and the media we consume have disillusioned and corrupted us.

There was no training for the hunt, But I put up a tent to daydream in (to daydream in).
We aren't prepared for the challenges life throws at us so we retreat into our own minds.

The freedom fighter calls life a nuclear nightmare. And if you don't like the tone of my sinking ship, Pray for me while I cry for you.
Life is a living nightmare, and if you don't like what I have to say then just pity me instead of judging me.

Whoever I can't kill, my daughter will. And at night, in complete silence, I can convince myself I'm psychic As I walk through berkeley and wish I had a cause.
Our society and its problems will be passed down to future generations. We fantasize about having a greater purpose or cause.

I know it's bullshit, but it's all I can believe in. The more time I spend staring at people who never dare to stare, I also know it isn't hopeless if I'm thinking this.
We know our beliefs are false but we cling to them anyway. We find hope in those who dare to think differently from the norm.

And avoiding cliche is like lying in my living room, Staring at the ceiling, complaining about how ugly that it's getting.
We try our best to avoid cliches, but it's like trying to ignore an ugly room we're stuck in.

only two of my childhood friends escaped the experiment, Some were killed, some became killers. Some mourn a lack of ambition through parents Who passsed on the nest 'til there were no worms left.
We are all part of an experiment, and only a select few escape it. Others are destroyed by it or turned into destroyers themselves. Some are left unambitious by their parents' example.

The successful went on to go to college then do nothing; If you're their fool, you're everyone's fool and no one's friend.
Many successful people are only successful on paper, and if you follow them you'll end up a nobody and with no true friends.

It's a native american thing, you'd never understand why I've learned to eat pain like a Sunday snack, March to no tune, and got a collar and doggy biscuit.
Eating pain is something only some can understand. We march to our own beat, but are still controlled like dogs.

tim holland on shattuck on a roman holiday... Self-taught master of sleepless hallucination.
We can't sleep and are lost in our own hallucinations, trying to make sense of the world.

Loveless thinking pill, make me eat my own vomit; Learn it to dance for my sister's dog sake, My mother's mother, and my father's veins sake.
We are forced to take pills that make us sick and lose ourselves. We learn to dance for our pets and ancestors anyway.

They all wanna spill my guts into the street and wrestle me in it Like I can't digest what I can't swallow For all the loveless pedestrians holding bloodless hands.
Others want us to spill our guts in the open and fight us, but we aren't affected as we cannot digest what we don't believe. We watch the loveless world pass us by.

And when alone with death for the first time, but realize it was there all along.
We all face death alone and suddenly realize it was always there with us.

The amusement park lines aren't as good as the in-my-head-lines: This is my newest installment in my latest last will and testament series.
The lines in an amusement park are nothing compared to the imaginative world in our minds. This is our latest creation, documenting our legacy and purpose.

I see people who try too hard to be themselves And wanna throw them lines like no one is themselves, Follow your guts to traffic.
We see people trying too hard to be unique and tell them to just follow their gut instinct, even if it leads them to destruction.

'cause your remote control dreams are worth more to you than to them.
Our material dreams do not benefit us or society in any valuable way.

You have to believe me, I wrote this with a pink pen And my face never goes red when they ask what it means.
We believe the words we write, even if others do not understand or accept them.

Misunderstand me in your perfect pose, while plastic seats scream, "your excellence," Your pretty putty padded ass.
Others misunderstand us while parading as perfect, but their lack of understanding is made evident in their inflated egos.

Well-trained men learned to worship the lovenessness all around; Shallowness is quite becoming.
We are trained to appreciate the love and kindness in the world, but the surface-level attraction of shallowness still entices us.

All the parts of life that are not mind-numbing experiences, Throw your hats off to those of us who can run off cheap batteries and wine.
We throw off our masks and celebrate parts of life that are true experiences. We are fueled by cheap thrills and substance.

We'd love to run you off the road and write a book about it.
We enjoy the idea of rebellion and breaking away from the norm, even if it is infuriating to others.

If you stood between the day the little pig took the big pigs out to dinner To eat them with barren hands That done wrote ten million words and never got my point across.
If you were there during a significant moment of chaos, you still wouldn't understand due to our inability to communicate thoughts and ideas effectively.

Like people afraid to be different wanna make a difference.
Those who are scared to stand out still want to make an impact on the world.

Most nights I sleep alone and freezing and have no dreams. Tonight is different: awake and freezing, I have no skin Left for my parachute.
Most nights we are alone and uncaring, but tonight is different as we face something significant and life-changing with no safety net.

This advice isn't for you, it's for me; in my stomach forever. Tomorrow they'll forget me 'cause I never learned to kill for oil but then again, I never learned to sit still and probably never will.
This advice we give ourselves is permanent and will never be forgotten, unlike our bodies which will perish. We refuse to conform and will never sit still.

Feel the need to hide these beautiful places until my rich man's death bed.
We have a desire to hide the beauty we see in the world until it is too late for others to harvest or claim ownership over it.

We can't sleep, I can't write at all in my room 'cause I had a girl there once, And the moral of the story is... And the moral of the story is...(there is no story).
We are troubled and unable to find peace in our surroundings, as memories of the past haunt us. There is no moral to the story of our lives.