Shit ain’t over till the fat lady sings

That’s an odd way to phrase the ending to a perfect evening

A tragic end to a black magic Eden

When you’re out here on the corner rapping for three magic beans

He supplied over half of the party dose

When the last man standing is jacked up on oxytocin

Found his will to live inside the back of the goat pen

If you’re gonna be the goat you better be able to cope then

Learning how to stand firm on ninety percent grades

When flood waters came they the only ones who stayed

Silly humans got cocky and fanned the flame

In the face of the gods responsible for making mayhem

They taking them back amazed at the rate of attack

Compared to the rate of relapse the majors are back

In a major way, fabricating facts

Broken down into a bunch of relatable hacks

So riddle me this then riddle me that

Then find us in your backyard digging up your cats

Cycle of capitulation overwhelming sadness

Ain't nothing change from the mask to the madness

Laced straight jacket plead my case like a basket

And if you don't know I like my fleece wrapped in acid

Sneaking by police, the priest, and inglorious bastards

Just to get their message over to the masters

We still here trying to prevent disasters

In the face of adversity and emasculating hazards

The vast debates through centuries of stature

Don’t add up to much when the oppositions captured

So lower standards and come quietly

Meanwhile rioting gives them reason to fire things

Don’t make yourselves a target, just blend in

Use their own playbook from desk to deception

So riddle me this and riddle me that

And find me in the middle of some fabulous raps

The cycle of capitulation, overwhelms the masses

It’s all downhill when society finally crashes