i feel like i’m falling
emotions dissolving
revolvers revolving
no more stalling
warning, i’m explicit
my mind is illicit
look my way i spit
keep talking your shit
so turn away
and run, like you don’t even know what to say
but it’s okay
it’s okay
‘cause one day
we’ll all look at the sky and say
“we are one
no more hatred or war
we are done”
patriotic
semi-erotic
sick twisted vision
fusion and fission
tell me it’s over
go on, fetch, rover
it’s okay, turn me in
not like i’ll ever win
candy-coated in sin
hey, how ya been?
