God particle midlife crisis machine And such expensive misery You will be judged for your boardwalk proclivities I'll follow you out to the Sun and chase You to believe That this world Is out to get you When I see an American flag I don't feel a fucking thing even if it's half mast But where you foam at the mouth, you foam all There's a stick shift of progress and pride and it's going to one You're not John Wick You LARPing fuck You want your Die Hard But the trigger's stuck (Pick it up, pick it up) You wanna know what I keep from you? You wanna know the bastard who sent me? Then point at your own sky And I'll roundhouse that answer Supercollider Crippler Fame (I'd like to thank the academy) Fake (I love your hair, oh my God) Zenith (this summer) Teeth Seven (because seven ate nine) Moon (that's no Moon) It is not until you are dying of heat stroke That you will admit that the Earth is round Me and Satan Me and St. Helen Taking a spacewalk On spent soil Passing the light to its rightful receiver Bury your AR-15 so the drones overhead can't find it Don't force-feed my family On your own time In the statue engravings on your popcorn past Bastion of the interruption This could be your next pivot So you can call me anytime And tell me I'm wrong about Teachings and practice Verses and scripture Falling in love with Morals and progress Your punisher skull on your Ford and your Facebook wall Everything you share is to reinforce your worldview No one will muzzle you like I will with my own bare hands Hoo-rah Semper Fi Where we go one We fuck off Spaced out and endangered Disrespected and distanced Every pistol from the morning of the 25th will go off At the sight of the white grizzly This is how we ruin the namesake A model home drinking from a firehose Evidence numbers on all your possessions It didn't have to be like this You didn't have to embarrass us