Lyrics

Close your eyes, count back from 20 to 9,
8, 6 with triple 7’s, luck of a dead bitch,
old me trigger happy, Let it Bang, Flick The Switch,
New me, New Beginnings, The MetaMasher, Heroz Exist,
class dismissed,
Night City Pigs cease and desist,
don’t resist,
Left to die and Decay the CyberSiren swallows another skid,
edgerunner, disappear, electrically gone, soon off the grid,
the deep state is big corpo funded bullshit,
transfer control poor to rich with a nice tip,
abra kadabra, this is the magic stick,
die slow, if you don’t like it, my minds sick,
get railed by boxcars clickety click,
the tickety tock of a time bomb poised to tick,
bang, explode, scattered remains of a broken brain,
sealed off from cloudy days,
god bless the summer rains,
and god bless the sewer drains,
god bless the soul trains,
god bless the city cranes,
and god bless the farmers grains,
god blessed the world today,
it’s FRIYAY
and I’ve got a smile upon my face,
another day we give thanks for wisdom and grace,
today, the sadness is gone without a trace,
if today was Paw Patrol I’d say that Chase has solved the case,
and Marshall lit a fire under the nest where I lay,
and the burning house smoked out any type of fowl play,
see, this is the twisted spiral staircase of my superhuman DNA,
it’s like a railroad track way it’s laid out so plain,
but still chuggin, like I’m 22 at DMACC screaming IT’S A PARTY!
close your eyes and count to 186, 187,
lyrically, this is homicide without a single shot,
souls destined for another life in Heaven,
dear reverend,
i must ask,
if your church burned down would Marshall notice accelerant
because I’m gasoline, everything I touch burns down for the betterment,
or for my own agenda, cyberpsycho wishing total dismemberment,
6-2-6 with the Stitch of a synth over kick and snare,
always posting her lyrics, nobody ever cares,
in her head it’s a monkey with cymbals crashing playing musical chairs,
and when the music stops,
i think my dads gone crazzzzyyyyy,
you thought right babyyyy,
I’ve been a little bit looney lately,
digressing from a depressing existence daily,
screaming give me a lil space of safety,
tell your top 5 I’ll kill ‘em with their own flow,
mentally, high seas, pirate see, (piracy)
in the Gulf coast in a golf oh the iron(y)
on par with the usual buffoonery
smells nice in here
is that lilac and gooseberries
no it’s just young hawk and my perfume I felt like flaunting my inner fairy
I’m on a boat mother fucker
but really it’s just the ferry
Mama look I’m on tv
springer, jerry
birdbrains batshit
lobster of the crew they’re always screaming
GO LARRY
And I take every word personal
whether directed at me or the peanut gallery
because I’m a goofy goober
yeah
you’re a goofy goober
yeah
she’s a goofy goober
yeah
we’re all goofy goobers
HELL YEAH
My trauma is my life and my life is the imposter
shit posting my success when I’m sinking in the water
posting words to herds while im a sheep led out to slaughter

It’s just karma, ha. Haha. Hahaha.