I been in a rut Ducked off from the sun Bit my gun With my black gold gums I'm no fun I'm no fun Blood run marathons Down my chest (down my chest) I'm a mess Ain't nobody gonna clean up Bulletproof your limousine I been in the Market for a brand new soul Daddy hit a brand new low Better yet Another agoraphobic episode Here we go again here we go again here we go Cut me up to little pieces like you're Ed Poe Let me rest in pieces underneath the floorboards Planet on fire no fucks given I'ma let us all die, let us all die Really I
Haven't been good to myself And you haven't been good to me I haven't been good to myself And lately, you haven't been good to me
Lately, I decided I'ma stay alive I just wanna live and see society die Lookin' around and all I see is at the end Of the line I see a dystopia (dystopia) Evil all over and no one is safe Nihilist, I am the finest though I don't align with it We're all to blame Keep on denying it
You think that I need you I'll show you I'm fine
You think that I need you You think that I need you You think that I need you You think that I need you
You think that I need you (need you) I'll show you I'm fine (I'm fine)
Compositor: Eric Whitney (Ghostemane) ECAD: Obra #22612852