[Verse 1]

This isn't party music, this is white knuckle grip the steering wheel

Grit your teeth and barrel through, even if the end is near

I'm a fucking mess, I guess, judgin' by the looks I get

I don't need no closure, I'm the closest to real that you'll step

One parents got the rage, the others medicated

I guess I'm a bit of both and ever underrated

I'm not speaking truth to power, that ain't really real at all

They only speak about the truth that they make money off

Still, I gotta make an impression, but I kinda hate all of that

The way I spit is aggressive, I oughta be eating tabs

Life is a brutal when you're broke, classists going for the throat

I don't need your politics of collusion and that's a quote

Getting wasted, watching thunder flash in the dark

On a sunny day I saw a riot start with a spark

I'm part impartial for a subsect that's severing heads

Better than being the people giving these killer coppers credit

[Chorus]

I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone

And still got nausea on top of a cough

I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone

And still got nausea on top of a cough

I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone

And still got nausea on top of a cough

I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone

And still got nausea on top of a cough

[Verse 2]

This ain't religious music, I don't believe in nothin'

Except myself, anyone else can try me if they want it

Sorry I ain't sartre, these ain't humanistic raps

I feel alien just walking out the house with the trash

If Satan's trading souls for cash, count me in

They'd rather see us starve than just admit the game is rigged

But there's a spark in all of us, no matter how you think you'd begin

They try to tear us down only 'cause they know we could win

It's weird to see the progress of time

Lot of people never get the chance, lot of kids die

Hear a lot of folks are down to fight, lot of those lie

Bet we'll see all the latter telling everyone to open their eyes

Then they're talking to us saying that we need to obey

I practically live in the trash, I know you can not relate

Fuck followin' orders, I been blessed with a chorus

And dexterity that's forged from a fire in the forest

[Chorus]

I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone

And still got nausea on top of a cough

I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone

And still got nausea on top of a cough

I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone

And still got nausea on top of a cough

I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone

And still got nausea on top of a cough