Lyrics

Alright, alright, alright,
man,
mother fuck the alt right!
boots to faces, haymakers, curb stompin’ out their entire life!
In my mind, many Nazi’s died tonight.
We took to the streets in costumes paired with sugar highs!
What a vibe! Ha! I said what a vibe!
pretty sure I saw a few superstars from the sidelines.
it’s giving, DeJean meets McNabb, like the era with the T.O. T.D. pass.
and the ball spiked so hard you felt empathy on behalf,
of the turf, the pigskin, and the poor staff,
of whom’s job it was to keep an impeccable track,
record of who scored, who fumbled, and who flat out just got sacked,
rocked between the numbers after gaining yardage or being pushed back,
the war in the trenches never ends it’s just,
waged,
from a different plane of attack,
and as such its nearly impossible to truly grab a quarter back,
from any organization of which enjoys a defense budget highly stacked,
that’s why I often express disgrace for a red white and blue flag,
waving in the wind proudly as many are killed with a boot’s suffocating grip,
asphyxiating the individual, thus depleting access of the oxygen source needed to live.

and we claim they don’t murder innocence…
they absolutely murder innocence…
they murder innocents…
guns blazing, they murder our innocence…
blame their hypervigilance…
they murder innocence, maniacally murdering innocence…
they must repent for this…

And on the music goes, another body drops,
another star shot down, supernova’s prematurely popped.
The Black hole envelops all of which once held any light,
and,
try as one might, even an alien cannot survive extraterrestrial flight.
I’m saying like,
even with the blood of divine, the blood of Christ, you truly will not survive,
the onslaught of asteroids launched flaming from a psychotic mind,
plagued by autism, hella trauma and probably borderline,
personality’s in disorder, flat out, I’m in immense disarray,
I think I go on a murder spree like 13 times in a single day,
my record is thirty three, see, the feds want me swinging from a solid Oak tree,
but deep within, a sequoia,
you touch me once you’d better pray you have a lawyer,
a mix of both Christopher and Thomas Sawyer,
Roller Coaster Brain has me hyped all Tycoon like,
the loopy landscape around has me dehydrated stuck in Arid Heights,
I have unlimited funds but I’m still trapped inside!?
a cocoon of agoraphobic suicide.
crazy! or, homicide!
who really knows! all I know, we need to commit mass Regicide,
I don’t see anyone standing true and steadfast on humanity’s side!
why!?
who are you to act so high and full of might!?
lil savior huh, you’re just a modern day royal knight!
pillaging and killing for nothing more than financial plight!
created by a fallacy of your paranoid mind!
ah,
yup,
that’s right!

okay!
well, I guess that’s all for now!

Good Night!

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