From the darkness buried deep within the fiend

A new light comes to life to upend the scene

Fuck what your vibes are indiscreet

This new generation born in the screen

I think I’d rather be trapped in the streets

Than stuck licking shit off the boots of these industries

Looking like a sinister ministry

The veil is so thin to see never let any pressure get to me

Allegedly out here flexing on my enemies

Going over budget on all these amenities

Filter feed through the sea anemone

Just another clown fish getting reefed underneath

In the dream it’s me versus one hundred beasts

Sitting in the studio thumbing through hundreds of beats

This son of a bitch used to love the sun at the beach

Finna to catch one last wave on summer’s eve

And when the sun sets we ain’t done yet

Nightlife gather fireside and bring your muskets

Sitting on a log, drumming a bucket

Fucked up and drugged for territorial bloodshed

Verse 2

We all wear a mask, its ceremonial

Basking in the glow, fire up the merry-go when they access the gold

Cashing in before results are known

Feels bad when they can’t find their own way home

Wishing they could fly but it’s a waste of oil

Making that face once they got a taste of the spoils

Double double toil inside the trouble that

Remembered to bring a compass, but then forgot the map

Stuck in a dungeon, abandoned the structure

Fire burned out the whole forest, domes ruptured

We got some serious malfunction stressing habitats

But we still gotta live here imagine that…

Got the dark lord drawing up battle plans

Sitting in the basement, bong hits, flannel pants

We’re done barking orders that’s the trouble with

People who think they know it all but don’t know shit

And when the sun sets we ain’t done yet

Nightlife gather fireside and bring your muskets

Sitting on a log, drumming a bucket

Fucked up and drugged for territorial bloodshed