Hanging out the window screaming 666,
Shit I'm doing got me 86'd itch itch itch,
Lick the dirt up off a brick, and make a dish dish dish,
Walk a mile but I only move an inch inch inch,
He was talking sorta normal then he switch switch switched up,
Covered in makeup,
'Cuz you got new bruises every time that you wake up,
The fuck is he talking about? You think we should say something?

Feeling like I'm playing fast and loosely with the truth,
Always showing up with nothing always leaving with the loot,
My regressive algorithmic model training how to lose,
Every iteration further from a total static view,

So confused, let me sit you down and share my views,
I'm opposed to making sense and I spread fake news,

In every argument we have I'll disagree with you,
And if you piss me off, I'mma spread a rumor about you,

So put a smile on, keep it strong, treat me like a cop on a ride along,
Do no wrong, sing the song dummy keep the blinders on,
Stand on the train tracks, or jump in the road,
'Cuz it'd be quicker than if I'm gonna have come for your throat,

It's such a thing to behold, uphold, an oath so devote,
To never saying what I mean and only speaking in code,

I'm certified as a demon, got a diploma from hell,
And now they sent me up here with some opinions to sell,

So I'll just market it well, slap a few words on the track,
And make enough to pay the ferryman to row my way back,
It's better than the hard liquor and the panic attacks,
Cuz all these Death Cult aesthetics are not congruent with facts no more...

If Our World Ends Tonight, Tell Them I Was Dressed For It

BRUXISM