(VERSE 1)

Every single second I will take the heat

Get right out of the kitchen if you do not want to meet the beast

I will increase the disease that is unleashed until the death count rises

Escalated to a point where you'll need a fucking priest

You really start to panic and then you’ll fucking freak to the point they call the police to release

It is time to complete the chaos, that I will lead right on to the streets

When the concrete pounds

That defeats the deafening sound

That excretes the last bit of sense that you might of found

For the cost of arresting breath

You will find your depth

When you quench the real intense

Feeling when you're picking up the pieces

Decreasing the peace to the point where you're shooting at geese

Do I give a speech?

Can I finally reach

Out to the masses

Put them in a casket

Fit ‘Em in a bracket

Making you ask it

The question what is the lesson

For our profession

That’s full of aggression

You will cause your own depression

And will fall into deception

Can it all be saved from it's lack of perception

Or will I die from the blatant rejection

Evolving to a level never known

You will never have a home

You will burn your throne

From a decoy drone

That dispersed an explosive foam

You will need to atone

For the lives you've thrown

Under the bus that you once owned

Making a fuss that I will sow

And reap every single thing that

I can think of

To the point where I will push and shove

You out of the way

Until your final day

Or to a point where you've gone cra-zy

You will finally see maybe

What it's like to be me

30,000 leagues under the sea

Being drowned by all the thoughts

That are just so dark

You will get so caught

In the moment of your own art

You will do your part to stop your heart

When you carefully aim that dart

Like I'm playing a game of Mario Kart

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So now what do I today?

Do I give it all away?

Or let myself ache and fade

Or finally man up and get paid

As they are laid

Down to the ground

To the final sound

Of a ear-crushing pound

That will make you frown

And make you cry

For the last moment before you die

(VERSE 2)

How could it get worse

I feel like I'm cursed

And driving a hearse

With a thirst that will burst

And collapse my lungs

Then I'll burn my tongue

On ice with a vice

So widely known as evil

Cerebral thoughts destroyed by draughts

That will make you feel so dry

You will ask God why

Did he leave the belief alone

To destroy what you have shown

And intensify the grief

So there’s no relief

Then you pack another bowl of kief

And accuse your friend of being a thief

You create the beef, just to burn the leaf

With a disbelief

That will make you feel queasy

From how it was so easy

To give up your friendship

You better get a grip

Before you feel the drip

Of blood running down your arm

When you noticed you’ve been

Shot I'm here to cause some harm

With a mask that resembles death

And a breath of fresh air

You will care how they stop and stare

At you like you were a circus freak

And you’ll feel so bleak

And be so weak

That you can't fight them off

They will make you cough

As you get soft

You will wish you never crossed

The cold that's turn to frost

For the final cost

Of every thing you exhaust

It is time we washed

Every thing you waft

Before the masses are just scoffed

To sell the hell that I've made

And give all to Microsoft

(CHORUS)

So now what do I today?

Do I give it all away?

Or let myself ache and fade

Or finally man up and get paid

As they are laid

Down to the ground

To the final sound

Of a ear-crushing pound

That will make you frown

And make you cry

For the last moment before you die