We Are Not Nearly Mad Enough (Verse 1) You're talking all that shade While your dead loved ones are rolling In their slander graves Because you never broke the cycle—no, you stayed You make your filthy parents look humane Compared to the virus in your veins (Bridge 1 - The Raw & Unhinged) I want your fucking death I want you burning at the stake Yeah, I threw some shit together, said a prayer in Jesus' name To make your whole damn lineage rot in chains Or whatever—fuck it, you know the game. (Chorus) Ain't an attack when your own dead spirits Whispered in my ear to remind you of it: You're masquerading as a champion Just a hateful, jealous, FOMO bozo standing on A throne of trash, dragging the whole world down— And we are not nearly mad enough To watch you burn this country to the ground Yeah, we are not nearly mad enough (Verse 2) And I ain't fucking sorry for having the spine To drag out what you hide behind Remind you of anyone down in Washington? Comparing you to Trump is petty, but it's done Yeah, the shoe fits—walk it off, clown (Bridge 2 - The Industrial Voodoo Grip) I want your complete collapse Trapped in your own collapsing traps I threw the salt, I cast the spell To drag your bloodline down to hell Yeah, I said a prayer in Jesus' name Just to watch you burn in the holy flame. (Verse 3 - The Final Closing In) Now the cards are laid, the illusion's cracked No turning back from the path you carved out You thought your little games would stay in the dark Well, look who's bleeding out from a papercut shark You built your empire out of smoke and lies Now choke on the ash while the whole room dies. (Bridge 3 - The Hybrid Bridge) I want your death, I want the stakes I want to watch your world break I threw some shit together, said a prayer in Jesus' name Just to curse your name and rot your lineage in the frame. (Chorus) Ain't an attack when your own dead spirits Whispered in my ear to remind you of it: You're masquerading as a champion Just a hateful, jealous, FOMO bozo standing on A throne of trash, dragging the whole world down— And we are not nearly mad enough To watch you burn this country to the ground Yeah, we are not nearly mad enough (Outro) Yeah, I said it. And I ain't fucking sorry If you actually looked in the mirror. Only if you are still breathing. That’s the only mistake left to fix.
