I know way less than I know, ya know
Can’t even see straight
Watching you and yours congregate
You hear that sound
Fuck they ain’t around
Can’t fathom why
gotta keep my try
Angels in the dark
They want to eat my heart
I ain’t got money
But I got a little fame
I ain’t got much life
But I ain’t taking fucking blame

The bodies congeal
The heat leaves them
Stacked up high
As we just walk on fucking by
Meat grinder corpo feeder
The capitalist beast needs her
Rotted heart printing dollars
Do the fucking work yourself

I might be problematic
But I promise you it's ain’t diagrammatic

I’m emphatic when I say, your card’s been declined


Melodramatic
Static


Don’t mistake me for dramatic
Feeling But maybe a bit ecstatic

Definitely erratic

But right now
We’re gonna go wreak some mother fucking havok



But it ain’t just me, I’m bringing new friends and old enemies
sword of damocles
Apollo stole the fire, and now we make your fucking pyre
Burn you alive, but you ain’t no witch
Just a another motherfucking corporate snitch

Some associates are just simpletons
some droll, some new
But I know whose in the mirror
A mistress to your X
A rook to your bloody bloody groove
Nothing secret about this sign
None of this can possibly mean less
Coming out of death’s kingdom
A deity in manifest
You ain’t no mechanical savior
Just another swipe and tap plastic religion

you can’t sever these feelings
Just a few cores more
Blue eyes in holograms
Hit the deck and record her

God’s machine out of the mountain
Raising the decibel high
These bodies won’t decompose
Drown in the bloody mass of dead leaves falling
No pit deep enough for all this splatter

All points converge on this axis
we’re all coming for you
Blue covered in red
Time to fucking cry war

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