(Verse 1)

The messed up dystopia i see isnt what you may call it

Or rather no emotions having complexity

These are not bounds i wanted to see

I don't want to be in the ground nor

Not at all, nor death, nor mercy

Is what you call it

Yeah

(Verse 2)

I got slow memories beginning to appear steady..

Wouldn’t have any desire to tell em'

Or else they would be foiled

Turn to termoil, ruined

All dirty and muddy

But might be worth it to people that need to know

Cash register ain't workin’ properly and scammin' people out their pockets