Dethharmonic - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I want to keep my money

And give away absolutely nothing

To the government who moderates my spending

And obliterates depending on what time of the year

Brutality is near

In the form of income tax

I'd rather take a fucking axe

To my face, blow up this place

With you all in it, I'd do it in a minute

If I could write off your murder

I'd save all of my receipts

Because I'd rather you be dead

Than lose a tiny shred of what I made this fiscal year

I'd rather you be dead than ponder parting with my second home

I'd rather you be dead than consider not opening a restaurant

I'd rather you be dead

Prepare the laser beam

I'm gonna use it tonight

Engage the laser beam

It's gonna end your life

We're gonna use it tonight