Pacific to be Specific

We're all buying into something we say we don't want a part of
And we're all trying to put our fingers on emotions we can't place
And we're all dying from those things we put into our bodies
And we're all lying to ourselves when we say it's [bad word] together

So let's burn down those bridges and grow into our britches
Rip out painful stitches
And make beauty for the sake of sanity

And let's mark our territories and get good at telling stories
About our long-strived glories that aren't [bad word] But sure as [bad word] resemble the [bad word] And hold the same connotations as two{?}

Let's wash the taste of blood out of our teeth