(VERSE 1)

It is time to win the race

We are going at a pace

Where we cannot fucking chase

Complacent and racist banter

Adjacent to the case where you might just matter

Put up on a platter, grind up and shatter

Into a million pieces

The greasy police just freak and their weak critique

Were Made into masterpieces

That release and leak as the peak increasеs

Deceiving evеrything decent

Believing in nothing but Jesus

We think we have our reasons

Adhesive unleashes on your diseases

Giving you telekinesis

Then step into place like Mother Theresa

The season of beaches nothing but teaches

Us about the shallow desert it reaches

The sleek technique is so unique

You’ll think you’re on a winning streak

Then you’re lost from the path you seek

With a bleak release that will increase

Until you all will cheat your death

Nevertheless they will contest the rest of best

From the North to the West

It is intense

How the torque of the horse

Is of course built up with a pressure of a cork

In a bottle that will knock you back and make you waddle

Back to autumn with a force

That will make you feel as awful as a fossil

With a gospel in a brothel

Taking out the nozzle and I’m

Kicking in the throttle

(CHORUS) x2

Taking every second with a lesson

And a blessing

You will never give up stressing

If you never stop repressing

Cut the tension and repression

You will need to be expressing

Be the one who is impressing

To a level of finessing

Not obsessing or oppressing

You will never be compressing

Or the one who is suppressing

Every single thought

That I bought and caught in the moment

Atonement will never be taught

(VERSE 2)

So now what do I do

With the built acceleration

That will fully soothe a nation

Without an education

I will start to lose my patience

Added with the combination

Of spacious complacence

That is so tenacious

You will forget that you’re under surveillance

In place of a racist watcher

Someone’s at your front door, and I’m the knocker

Studying your habits like he was a stalker

But you don’t care because you are a talker

Fucking off your rocker

You have lost all proper

Vision, a decision

That you’ll regret, and repent

And you’ll fret from the scent

Of every piece of metal that you bent

While you rent your intent

Till you’re left in a tent

The event will be so content

That you wrote in cement

You said every single word that you meant

You will never get consent

For all the dough that you spent

Now it’s time to vent

Before I spend every single fucking cent

It is time to prevent what was lent

Or else I’ll resent everything 100 percent

Be filled by the discontent

And more torment to the biggest extent

To leave behind the biggest dent

Caused by the content

That you could never circumvent

From the malcontent and what I represent

Started as servant now I must reinvent

(CHORUS) x2

Taking every second with a lesson

And a blessing

You will never give up stressing

If you never stop repressing

Cut the tension and repression

You will need to be expressing

Be the one who is impressing

To a level of finessing

Not obsessing or oppressing

You will never be compressing

Or the one who is supressing

Every single thought

That I bought and caught in the moment

Atonement will never be taught