he’s a self-celebrated post-rock messiah burning in his own fire i’m someone caught in the mire on a never-ending quest to find something higher driving past his place on summer nights i used to feel all right the chance has passed and i’ve lost the fight he keeps holding onto the idea that this was trite post-rock messiah tease me, tease me you’re such a liar post-rock messiah knew what i was getting into i was an educated buyer he’s another notion drowning in the ocean and he never deserved this much devotion we’re all searching, we’re all growing he’s just doing it with exaggerated emotion i’ve loved him so long and i’m so tired it feels like every conversation was wired my favorite post-rock messiah the only excuse is that i wanted to feel inspired