Lyrics

I: Art As Decoration
I am not here just to match your curtains
I'm not a sentence on your resume
I wasn't sent to try and supplement you
I'm not the busy work along your way
I'm the money where you see a wallet
Not these enemies you've made your friends
I'm not a monkey for your dinner party
And not the means to just another ends.

Chorus
I don't want to be like background music for you
I don't want to throw my diamonds on the ground
You build up your home to face the sunset you see
It doesn't turn the other way around.

II: Smart Is Dumb
Your sense of beauty has become your blemish
Your friends have now become your enemies
Your treasures occupy the dusty corners
They've brought you nothing anybody sees
When God himself has now been sent away and
Our chain-of-being falls in broken hands:
What's the rest of us to compensate with
And how would anybody understand?

Chorus
I don't want to be like background music for you
I don't want to lose my diamonds in the the haze
For seventeen years I worked to write you this book
And you've forgotten it in seventeen days.

III: Not Porn Enough
Once I stopped to watch this midnight movie
This woman stopped to show us everything
But it was not enough to stay enamored
'Too much' was still not worth remembering
Reminded me of a politician
Who whored himself but not enough to win
He had 'something' but he wanted 'everything' so he got 'nothing'
I hope I haven't learned the same from him.

Chorus
I don't want to be like background music for you
I don't want to throw my diamonds to the sea
There isn't an honor in coming in last
When there's no honor in the victory.