[intro] [verse] Ciggies and java, kindling a novel A religion that preaches boredom as a virtue Wearing leather, staying clever It's a jacket you zip as you enter the church oooooo [verse] Pointing to concede, feeling the need Sit inside those sixteen little walls Invisible authorship, sailing back to the slip If I was into this it could be a creed [bridge] If I could change the way I hear things If I could gather supplies to the beat things Doing it this way isn't wrong if we all do it this way ooooo (yes we do) [pre-chorus] Music isn't the purest art form (no) Music isn't a shelter from the storm (no) Music has no personality (no) Music has no functionality (no) Music has no originality (no) [chorus] I hate music Hate Music, yes we do (music, yes we do) [instrumental break] [verse] Ceding my sentience for the experience Doped up, hoped down, getting through all that Sex and candy, clay and sandy No matter where it is, it's still us on the mat [verse] Neat little lines, a fine enough design Naming it and giving it a philosophy Listening and glistening ignorance Who the hell writes this stuff just for the trophy? [bridge] If I could change the way I hear things If I could gather supplies to the beat things Doing it this way isn't wrong if we all do it this way ooooooo yes we do (yes we do) [verse] When the night lightning follows the thunder When the right silence rings in your ears When your field of vision narrows to arrows And the slight horizon twists and disappears [verse] Speed-run your composure in a bulldozer Seeing your sorry ass in a magazine Popularity (crash), insincerity (crash) Patience is a ver choo ull machine. [instrumental] ooooo [pre-chorus] Music isn't hell or heaven sent (no) Music isn't an athletic event (no) Music isn't for the just (no) Music doesn't build your trust (no) Music sits there gathering dust (yeah, that's right) Music makes you lose control (yeah) Music changes the shape of your soul (yeah) Music takes you away from this (yeah) Music makes you forget your list (yeah, ok, ok) [chorus] I hate music (maybe) (maybe, maybe) [verse] Get out on the floor to feel the rhythm more Pump your blood before you get yourself judged Break it in, or give it back Holding a note is like holding a grudge [bridge] If I could change the way I hear things If I could gather supplies to the beat things Doing it this way isn't wrong if we all do it this way [chorus] Haaaaaaaaaate Music, yes we do (alright, music, yes we do) [outro] Music, yes we do (music, yes we do)