Lyrics
It's a better way to feel
Don't be real, be postmodern
(It's not that one dimensional
It's not the only thought)
It's a better way to feel
When you're not real you're postmodern
(It's not that one dimensional
It's not the only thought)
I stopped and waited for progress
I stopped and waited for progress
I stopped and waited
But I'm not willing to accept it all
This wooden idea is your method of repitition
This wooden idea is how you sell reduction
This wooden idea is your method of repitition
This wooden idea is how you sell reduction
It's the best way to feel
Don't be real, it'se postmodern
(It's not that one dimensional
It's not the only thought)
It's the better way to feel
When you're not real you're postmodern
(It's not that one dimensional
It's not the only thought)
You can't keep waiting for progress
You can't keep waiting for progress
You can't keep waiting
But I'm not willing to accept it all
This wooden idea is your method of repetition
This wooden idea is how you sell reduction
This wooden idea is your method of repetition
This wooden idea is how you sell reduction
I bet you don't know how to spell contradiction
I bet you don't know how to sell conviction
I bet you don't know how to spell contradiction
I bet you don't know how to sell conviction
This wooden idea is your method of repetition
This wooden idea is how you sell reduction
This wooden idea is your method of repetition
This wooden idea is how you sell reduction
How you sell, how you sell reduction
How you sell, how you sell conviction
How you sell, how you sell reduction
Oh, how you sell conviction
