A Culture Obsessed With Itself

Hold on to nothing and nothing will stand in your way
I’ll tell you all something, there’s some things you best not display
I can’t stand hear lying
Burnt out, washed up crying
A culture obsessed with itself but with nothing to say
Reasons it’s treason with seasons of utter dismay
But I can’t stand hear lying
Burnt out, washed up dying
You?
How about you?