Feeling like a counterculture vulture, circling our collective regrets Let's gut the culture, shall we, to see what's left Art ain't always pretty when exposing rotten flesh Get ready to get heavy, we'll see how far we get ---- (ohhhhh) We need bold arts to show the holes within the status quo Spit on the sellouts who have sold their souls Piss on soft silent sickos who ignore the cold Don't use me for your kicks without accepting me whole That means accepting Imma God damn rolling stone Kick it to Bob Dylan, the outcast who felt like an unknown ---- (mmm ohhh) Won't we follow the legendary footprints of those we adore Guidance in a world full of noise makin' more and more Who among us isn't just a poor attention whore (mmm mmmm) What is all this noise really good for To air out the rotting pain? Or is it a fake distraction for profits galore? My wings could soar high to go up in flames I've been singed before It's deadly too close to the sun Lemme ask something probably asked before— What's this about anymore? Trippin' through these troubles to find more troubles There's layers to this rubble Amongst the decay We must look unafraid Our emotions misbehave Pull yourself together and let the song play Unless it's decaaay on replay (mm mmmm) (decay on replay…) Put a sand timer to my head Killing time is my preferred suicidal instrument I devour the hours stitching words to stay relevant Chewing through the ripened rot Intent to convict, aiming for the top spot Why am I censored by fellow artists for speaking truth to power? Standing for something means you never cower If you sanitize my art, enjoy your perfect plastic flowers ---- (mmm ohhh no no no) Never censor illness-inducing profits from toxic content I regret the circus projects—they make me sick Got it? I'm guaranteed to vomit What is all this noise really good for To air out the rotting pain? Or a fake distraction for profits galore? My wings could soar high to go up in flames It's deadly too close to the sun What's this about anymore? Trippin' through these troubles to find more troubles There's layers to this rubble Amongst the decay We must look unafraid Our emotions misbehave Pull yourself together and let the song play Unless it's decaaay on replay (mm mmmm) (expose the decay…) Busy as bees, studying fish in the deep dark seas Or our chaotic cousins, the chimpanzees All to evaluate what we need. We know so much... yet we stay out of touch. We fail, lie, beat, and cheat one another Thankfully, the Earth can take a punch. Brilliant idiots lost at sea Poppin pills to simulate feeling happy Betting on luck again... aren't we? This is all we'got. No plan B. Trippin' through these troubles to find more troubles There's layers to this rubble Amongst the decay We must look unafraid Our emotions misbehave Pull yourself together and let the song play Unless it's decaaay on replay (mm mmmm) (decay on replay…) (ohhhh, expose the decay...) (decay on replay…)
