Autumn Theory Columbine Student Union Lyrics

piss on me. faceless admiration from the nextseat to
fill. high marks for a brown nose
feign your ignorance and boredom. the worst i
could do is merit your full attention. you know
more than you let on. i'm right where you want
me. third row from the back and firmly under
your heel. you hold the secret to keeping the
status quo in check. scum will always be scum.
you and your will see to that. buried alive.
inside a cemetary of structure with tombstones

of tradition. the heritage of experimentation. a guinea pig can only be pocked and prodded so
much before it rears its head and gnashes its
teeth. and in walk the postadolescent gestapo
to crack the subjects teeth on an unwashed
urinal. you may resume your pursuit of
absentee academia once the threat is
neutralized. reward the obedient. reprimand
the rest. few chance to break the mold. such
actions would be insanity. theres a reason this
is called an institution.