we’re ripping out
our organs in the face of danger
we’re burning georgia
we’re burning georgia, for the l*st of freedom and glory.
we have to tear it all down before we
bring it back again.
we are the young and haggard suffering from dementia.
young and haggard, soak me in acid
to stop the skin
from melting away
no one has been proven guilty
but i suspect you
your minds are made of marble
your minds are made of marble.
your to concerned to know [x3]
so i will take on all your heroes
doubtful gasps of oxygen, excuse my breath
excuse my breath from her waistband.
tightly separate these fictional f*cking voices.
these fictional f*cking voices [x4]