Hellions
Nuestra Culpa
Sojourner, sojourn on
Sojourner, sojourn on
'Cause we are leaves in the breeze devoid of purpose, at ease
And we vilify for validity with vicious vignettes, so ugly

I am just as guilty and I have been wrong
So you can call me a hypocrite, slander our songs
But you should be just as ashamed of yourself as I am of me
For accepting mediocrity and bending your knee
Not quite indefatigable and far from unimpeachable
I am, not. I’m not
As an artist, a musician, a man
I’d much prefer to be hated than pitied
To fall flat on my face trying to innovate
Than to meet an industry-imposed standard and rest on it
I’ll take a propensity for verbosity
Over pontifical duplicity - and primarily
That’s what we have now
That’s what we have now
So is this who I am?
So is this who you are?
So is this who we are?
I think we’re better than this