What can I say?

Bullshit's been framed in an off-center way.
Don't know what I mean? Just look at today.
Fighting for things that aren't quite clear,
While preaching that the end of a riddle is near?
It smells like fear in a shallow grave,
But it tastes like freedom when the right song plays.

The distortion's so great that I can't sleep,
The noise beats loudly from languid feet,
And I don't know where the two lines meet.
It's so profane that it's killing me.

I can stand alone underneath a starry sky,
To feel the way I do when I can kiss the world goodbye.
But all I can do is stand, isolated, and calmly take the blows,
And wonder why, when I need it, that door is always closed.