Uh, hop in the cut with the flow of a Christian Dior (yeah)
This angel going up, but morale going low
Lost souls, faded glow of our brethren
Heathen-like disgusting, political gain of pure digression
Spin around their way, and it'll add the depression
Aptitude in their wicked ways
Saying "watchu got on you that I don't have?"
Ever longing feeling, all they want
Eyes to the universe, it's gotta get got
Want to play inside the rot?
Nah, rather be a peace boy
I'm that peace boy
Ordinary man can scorch the earth
If they ever had a chance it'd all be sold
Never to return
Nah, I'd rather be a peace boy
I'm that peace boy
Punishment fits the crime
Watered down colors, they don't do the time
Hold them in their praise, but you got no safe tabernacle
They're gunning, finding new ways to shoot you down to just shambles
Nothing but the pain, leave you strained on a gamble
The farse, a face that worsens the facade, vandals
Changing up the rhythm and we got to pretend to play the part
Bright future, stunted dark
Ever longing feeling, all they want
Eyes to the universe, it's gotta get got
Want to play inside the rot?
Nah, rather be a peace boy
I'm that peace boy
Ordinary man can scorch the earth
If they ever had a chance it'd all be sold
Never to return
Nah, I'd rather be a peace boy
I'm that peace boy