Verse 1 You dance Like you're jerking off giraffes Forward stance You're a clown without laughs You grin at walls Shake hands with empty air Wander the halls Forget why you’re even there You ramble lies Mid-sentence you derail Close your eyes Nepotism built to fail Impulse reigns No filter left intact Broken brain You invent lies and state as fact Pre-Chorus No shame, no pause, no empathy Just grievance grandiosity You bark at ghosts, repeat your lines A king of cues you can’t align Chorus You demented rotting fuck! Your brain keeps getting stuck! You demented rotting fuck! You'll soon run out of luck! Your cultists will leave No one left to bereave History will judge you No future generation will believe You fooled more than a few You demented rotting fuck! You'll soon run out of luck! Verse 2 You can’t restrain The urges in your head Social norms Are the first thing dead You scorn people In bereavement and pain Read the room? That skill left your brain You fixate On slights from ten years back Stick to your lies Till the loop goes off the track You say you care Empathy was never there Blank stares Your expression just goes bare Pre-Chorus 2 You hoard applause like oxygen Compulsions dressed as confidence You mime concern, then drift away Forget the names you said today Chorus You demented rotting fuck! Your brain keeps getting stuck! You demented rotting fuck! You'll soon run out of luck! Your cultists will leave No one left to bereave History will judge you No future generation will believe You fooled more than a few You demented rotting fuck! You'll soon run out of luck! Bridge Words fall out Broken grammar, slurred and thin Echoed shouts You just repeat what they pipe in Judgment gone Risk wrapped up as bravado Moral compass spun Now you’re chasing shadows You trip and sway Bruised hands, swollen feet Body frays While your mind skips every beat You rage, then freeze Apathy on cue Never “we” Always only “you” Breakdown Disinhibition on display Impulse wracks your soul each day Executive function fried No plan, just ego amplified Language slips, meaning fades You mouth the words but miss the page A fake-gold throne of rot and noise Toddler king with bigger toys Final Chorus You demented rotting fuck! Your brain keeps getting stuck! You demented rotting fuck! You'll soon run out of luck! Your cultists will leave No one left to bereave History will judge you No future generation will believe You fooled more than a few You demented rotting fuck! You'll soon run out of luck! Your cultists will leave No one left to bereave History will judge you No future generation will believe You fooled more than a few You demented rotting fuck! You'll soon run out of luck! You demented rotting fuck! You'll soon run out of luck! Outro Curtain falls Laid in waste, no remorse Just the sound Of decay run its course
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