King Kong illusion...destruction!
Crumble this place of existence
Let's
bow down to the king of the masculine,
the macho redneck lord. Killing innocent for the revenge of the innocent
Turning this country into
shit
Just another rich white game
Bomb the world
Ice for my cramped hands
This controller is designed poorly and the blood keeps staining my suit
The plasma screen shows me stutter
But technology will prove
everyone wrong
Ego trip headfuck
I've been hired for destruction
The King Kong of the century has been molded by me
Leading them blindly into
brainwashed blood lands
My world expands with your destruction
I have to prove my strength Peer pressure of a nation, selfish action spreads
Kidding myself
Do I really care or worry about any of this?
My conscious controls me,
but deep down I don't think any of this makes me
lose sleep
Once again I prove my confusion
Mordecai flies once again.
Will he ever truly stay gone?