Lyrics:

It’s a better way to feel
Don’t be real, be post modern
(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 post modern
(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 repetition
This wooden idea is how you sell reduction x 2

It’s the best way to feel
Don’t be real, it’s post modern
(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 post modern
(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
And I’m not willing to accept it all

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