They never see me coming Their faces twisted in shock Now the fools come gunnin' To put our heads to the block
Sick of the laughter, sick of the pain Sick of the feeling this feeling of shame Sick of the white folks privileged and vain Protesting the culture that isn't the same
Don't blame the false elites When Nazi assholes march the streets So call me a hypocrite, call me a fake It's nothing compared to your pride and your hate
Dead, dead and bloated These times are volatile There's no room left for you Dead, dead and bloated There's no room left for you These times are Volatile (volatile) Volatile (volatile) Volatile (volatile) This world is fuckin' volatile
Fuck the world!
You'll never see me coming
Sick of the racists, sick of this shit Sick of them telling me it's immigrants Sick of the phonies on my phone screen Sick of the NRA trying to scare me
Stop crying innocence Stop claiming self-defense Good men won't speak 'cause they're scared of the violence But bad men keep screaming to fill up the silence
Dead, dead and bloated These times are volatile There's no room left for you Dead, dead and bloated There's no room left for you These times are Volatile (volatile) Volatile (volatile) Volatile (volatile) This world is fuckin' volatile
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Dead, dead and bloated These times are volatile There's no room left for you Dead, dead and bloated Life can be so vol-a Volatile (volatile) Volatile (volatile) Volatile Volatile Volatile Volatile Volatile Volatile Vo...
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