dealing with a huge amount of poison. whos not.. i have this feeling humans have a "poison sack" where all their poison gets stored like a venomous sea slug that eats jellyfish for more poison and stuff so like. my poison sack is pretty full right now. not sure if this song is built for human consumption. im not cnn, im not tv... im mentally ill as hell dont take current events from me thats not an excuse but like. thank u for ur money lol. ill try to make a better song next week
idk what trigger warning to put on this but maybe just skip it if tht sounds not fun to u
LYRICS:
hyperinflation's really funny
let's just keep on laughing since it's just a test run
until i do it to you
pop stars like to say 'trans rights' but what happens to you doesn't rhyme
for homocapitalism, why is every beat produced by dr luke?
im infinite meds, i dont need to rest
i dont wanna play if im not the best
u never know when your song's the last one
man, life's short like a grindcore set
yea i stay cashing cheques from Conde Nast
u can be jealous / do you know what that is?
whats a p4k 4 but 2 shovel shit?
all im saying life's short like a grindcore set
if i sold my soul to the devil
cos i need all that money for hell
in venezuela high fiving civilians
what i do is because of myself!
im the protag of every disaster
congnitohazard on a global scale
getting weaponized neocon headpats
trying to corpse my way into a pitchfork10
heard genocide is going back to normal
i heard genocide is normaler than ever
i heard genocide is going back to normal
i heard
i heard genocide is normaler than ever
as a kid my shit got fucked up
as a kid i deserved to get my shit fucked up
as a kid i fucked my own shit up
what i do is because of me, is what you do because of you? or?
is every human god like some speech by alan watts?
like, im my own biggest abuser?
why the fuck can't i stop?
im infinite meds, i dont need to rest
i dont wanna play if im not the best
u never know when your song's the last one
man life's short like a grindcore set
yea i stay cashing cheques from Conde Nast
u can be jealous. do you know what that is?
whats a Pitchfork for, but to shovel shit?
all im sayings, life's short like a grindcore set
if i sold my soul to the devil
cos i needed all that money for hell
in venezuela high fiving civilians
hope they still fuck with me in brazil
im the protag of every disaster
congnitohazard on a global scale
getting weaponized neocon headpats
trying to corpse my way into a pitchfork10