Ghost Type - Ily.Exe Lyrics

I swear to God I love you
But this shit has got to stop
Sold our soul to the devil
And then our stock dropped
It's been a minute since we talked about the bubble pop
But this isn't new news, why the sudden shock
Ain't a problem we can solve by cocking glocks
Ain't no ops when we're up against the clocks
Wrong Amazon, think outside the box
Before we bury our futures under the rocks

So I'm a hypocritical villager
Sent to pillage your village or
Take payment in spillage
Built into a villain
Willing to ventilate
Decimate
The great state
Of the human race
Just to create
A safe space
To uncage
The nature of mother
After this one, there won't ever be another
Tell your sister, tell your brother
We could use a couple lovers
To love us and help recover
Can't be persistent if our resistance is undercover

I swear to God I love you
But this shit has got to stop
Sold our soul to the devil
And then our stock dropped
It's been a minute since we talked about the bubble pop
But this isn't new news, why the sudden shock
Ain't a problem we can solve by cocking glocks
Ain't no ops when we're up against the clocks
Wrong Amazon, think outside the box
Before we bury our futures under the rocks

How many storms do we have to brave
How many fires is it gonna take
How much longer are we gonna wait
What can we fix when there's nothing left to save

Apocalypse now and again
We're in an arms race to the end
How much of that budget'd ya spend
On all of your clinical sins
I'm sick of you counting your wins
I'm sick of the positive spins
And all of the trends that begin
And then gone with the wind
I'm sick of the break with no bend
I'm sick of the sword under pen
Sick of the knocks in engines
Sick of the knots in my chest
And ingesting the rocks that just
Sink to the pit of my stomach and then
I'm sicker than sick getting sicker again
I guess I'm just sick of the shit-eating grins
I'm sick of still saying I'm sick of it all
Let's start a riot, They can't kill us all