In a Furnace We Call Pride

We're addicted to madness

We're leveraged to rage

We're addicted to the feeling

That is here to stay

We're feeling hopeless

We're feeling too mad to see

Why can't the world

Change like it does on TV

The episode always ends

With minimal risk

The heroes are successful

Everyone gets their wish

Life is too tricky

The feelings are too complex

We'd rather have conclusions

Made by ego's reflex

It's the tragedy of knowledge

It's the irony of will

It's the burning of the books

And the drinking of the ills

It's the meteorite crashing

It's the extinction event

Not through a world undrafted

But through messages unsent

There is no one there to weather

There is no one on the inside

All the world burns together

In a furnace we call pride

In a furnace we call pride

When rage and anger are all we have left

I get the reason to rely on the cleft

But if history has taught us anything

Even to tyranny people will cling

So praise the missiles falling from the sky

I'm glad they killed your foe I hope they got the right guy

But nothing is made in the furnace of Destruction

All things created from humble Construction

Instead of the real, we have held a new wake

Of fake news and trends and blazing hot takes

We say we want a pattern of authenticity

But we have made a face of electricity

We are a child thinking we are so mature too

When it's clear we've never read a literature review

And sure half the sources are written before 1932

But don't worry I'm sure it's still all true

It's the tragedy of knowledge

It's the irony of will

It's the burning of the books

And the drinking of the ills

It's the meteorite crashing