So pathetic to worship a ****** ******
Rather live in the **** and **** than live just
Republicans worship an antichrist

If empathy is a sin I'd rather be the devil
Your all hateful and stupid and not on the level
Science and acceptance built us but you want a hovel

I know happiness it smells like gasoline
Washes away sadness faster than saline

They say they love me but I can't believe a word
The words choke around my neck like a cord
And this time it holds tight
Death it embraces me tight
Feels nice like rest after a long night


I see myself splattered on every wall
Visions of a body hanging till the fall
Don't wanna die
Didn't wanna be born
So I practice a necktie
Wonder when it'll be worn

Bend my spine like its the truth
Cut a vein if the blood will soothe
Cracked our code kicking teeth

End of an era watching the planet bleed

Empathy is cruelty and the people are broken
The end of civility for digital tokens
No sanity everyone must be joking

End of an era sowing dead seed

Love the hate the worst of us take control
Look to the state they're out on patrol
Sealed our fate they're taking our soul

Been havin’ sports car dreams
Ridin’ in a Volvo, blowin’ steam
Livin’ the crème de la crème

Till I wake up to the nightmare
Tired of wakin’ up poor, I swear
Gotta sleep, dream of somewhere
Somewhere… somewhere…

Man, somewhere else is where I wanna be
Reachin’ for green like my fool Gatsby
Every comedown, letdown, settledown leaves me empty
A fog of smoke from the green I burn, who do I be?
And who was it that I be? Had to have been somebody

Been slowly dyin’, workin’ nine to five
How long can I last? Maybe nine or five
Don’t know if I got the pay needed to live
Gotta get this bread if I wanna live

Takin’ a stride, lost in the forest, lookin’ for somewhere to apply
Then again, might just burn the forest, float on a smoky sky

I’m livin’ this life, strugglin’ against the current, currently
Workin’ this job, strugglin’ weekly, concurrently for currency
Grindin’ my life away, gonna end up passin’ away silently
Wanna burn fast and hard, a pyre burnin’ brilliantly

But I’m just slow-burnin’ embers, no fuel for the fire
Gotta get some more, need someone to send me a wire
These burnin’ embers are goin’ out, the light’s gettin’ dimmer
Drownin’ in darkness—never been a good swimmer
No food in the pantry, man, I’m gettin’ ******’ thinner
Keep competin’ for the prize, but never been a winner
Can’t win the rigged matches unless I become a sinner
Gotta be criminal just to get myself some dinner
Still believe I can make it—call me the deluded dreamer

Gotta try and make it, live my fantasy
Or die locked in a penitentiary
For the crime of chasin’ my rhapsody
Probably just end up another casualty

Feed me lies, tell me my hate makes me holy,  
tell me my venom is virtue, my malice divine.  
I am always right—that’s the right’s truth, its liturgy.  
God, hurt the *******, twist their love into thorns.  
God, hurt the migrants, let the desert consume them.  
God, hurt the left, brand their hearts with felonies.  
God, hurt the women, shackle their choices to dogma.  
God, hurt the kind, make them bleed for their mercy.  
God, hurt the enemy, whoever we name them.  
God, arm the righteous with rifles, with Bibles, with scorn.  
God, let the cages grow smaller till the air leaves their lungs.  
God, let their protests be silenced, their voices erased.  
God, let their bodies be battlefields, their wills disgraced.  
God, let their compassion be a curse, their empathy a crime.  
God, let their blood fill the rivers, their bones mark the time.  
God, hate your children, for we hate each other.  
We are your mirrors, your wrath, your disgrace.  
We build our altars from ash and from slaughter,  
and call it salvation, and call it your grace.

I’m a new man, born again, back into sin,  
my empathy scorched, ash across my skin.  
Sympathy’s the devil—now I worship Satan.  

Behold, the American Messiah, the orange god,  
jackals trailing behind a worm-eaten dog.  
Plague, famine, death—hoofbeats pound the fog.  

Ten figures to ascend, to turn angelic,  
plastic masquerading as authentic.  
Heaven’s gate bleeds the blood of the ****.  

Hush—don’t speak till the smoke clears.  
Don’t whisper till we know who’s here.  
Every fear, every dread, confirmed—it’s here.