[Verse 1: Levigne]

Unmade from the stresses

The stupid fuck's inventions seem a little more outlandish than intended

But never seem to phase the little mass of pundits brave enough for lessons

The students sound like claws within a cave of blundered messages

The tests consist of pages of unanswerable questions

The panic that ensues after that grand, initial second

How manic bastards do shit past the land of gripping weapons

The pistol Smith and Wesson

I'm betting, it's all a little plot for undeniable dominance

The Kim of running guides around dominions

Whole world's spinning

Somebody screaming "fuck the free world" lost their eyes for something brilliant

And never got to witness it before they went blind

I'm yelling "why does nothing good come out of sacrifice"

Upon the ears that can't respond to one thing at a time

This ringing isn't ever gonna stop if no one talks about the resonance

But I'ma shut the fuck up and resign

[Verse 2: Idylll & Levigne]

I'm fine, I'm lying

I wrote a lullaby to now lull the lies in my skull of lights

Mold the ice so the cold's applied where the bullet lies

In me

The temple of divinity holding simplistic energies, souls and the wretched likes

Right

Set it straight, leave it all til' it's set in place

Leave it all to set ablaze so we don't suspect a thing

Left

The rest of what one sold, am I supposed to the read the spot that's so small

It's just better if it stays a cage

It's just that I'm fucking fed up and I want get up every day

It's just that spite's the thing solely motivates

And as you grow, only fate you know is no one fate

Hold them safe

Intend no mistakes, but regardless

Demention always fucks up everything

Dimensions hardly look a better place, look for better spaces to blank in

So the effects of blame can't restrain your pent up head in chains

Don't wed yourself to shame

[Verse 3: Levigne & Idylll]

Fret the flame, get sent to a grave of busted glass and endless pain

Don't, relax in a padded plane

Smash and grab a wing, exhibit the prophet made

Your omen never told the future of the game that was played

Slingshot the band back and fourth, rumble rumble

Rubber balls bounce on the wall, I'm running for it for when I fumble

Cause it'll happen sooner or later, can't rely on supports to keep the crumble

Assholes buy a slice and and give you rubble

Wrestle with the gator, danger double

Hard to determine expression of a gene through a graph

One way window to the struggle

Those behind the mirror laugh at trouble

Come by the curb and take a stab

Next weeks a new saga, newly drab

Bodies dragged through something good

Depreciation of the woods from blood and tags

This place smells like rotting flesh

May I please get a bag?

[Verse 4: Idylll]

I don't think that it's that, somethings different

Things are amiss, admissions seen and then tracked

Get strapped

A lot of death tends to follow

Exhalations of disease

Retentions of pretentious thoughts and threats and split up ends

I'm impressed by the fact that the ends meet

Talk about slugs, none contending

Hollow

Infringing on the privacy, get privy to the point

And it'd be wicked if there'd have been any choice

Declarations of the Free

Held remembrance for the boys, knowing they ain't gonna remember it

Anointed to an empress, internally limbless, externally, working to spin this

Burgundy face to something certainly more appealing

Burn off the layers of the ceiling, no tracings

Twists and screams, asphyxiation of the leech

And if you missed it, mixed from bravest of the breeds

No praises just for being

Take these wounds and lick them 'til they break and fucking bleed

Because the flavour of defeat is tasty