What is going on?

You know how high school kids, when they're emo about something and they don't want to talk about it so they just post song lyrics in their livejournals? I need to do that now. Okay.

The Evens.

Cut from the cloth, and cut quite severely
Is this my world I no longer recognize?
I'm hearing common words, common expressions
But nothing is common in my eyes

How do people sleep amidst the slaughter?
[editor's note: stop right there for second. it's easy to react to that line and think it is cheesy and trite, and like something Midnight Oil might say. That was my first reaction, to roll my eyes and go "Ohhhhh, Ian!". But if it sounds trite, maybe you've heard it a lot because it's an irreducible truth, but dealing with it is hard so we have this coping strategy we come up with: cynicism. What happens when we let that lyric hit us? Take a deep breath and ask yourself, how do we sleep amidst the slaughter? What mechanisms exist to distance us from the bad shit? It really is a good fucking question, isn't it? Back to the song?
Why would they vote in favor of their own defeat?
Get out to the well and check the water
Results were incomplete

Cut from the cloth, and dead to the masses
Just another case to be eulogized
But I'm breathing, breathing with no assistance
And responding to stimuli

Can anyone explain these new laws of nature?
Why would they rule in favor of their own defeat?
Cynics are excused from standing up to problems
Because they can't get out of their seats

Cut from the cloth, ran out screaming
I hope that none of this will stick to me
Everyone is nice, everyone is kind now
At least they're nice and kind to me

Why would they fold up something so precious?
Why would they sing in favor of their own defeat?
Maybe they found their voice while out shopping
The price was hard to beat