Don't you ever, ever, ever try to lie to me
Satan, I'm bored
Medicate me and make me the whore
Paid to perform in the lake in the belly of the beast
And I just can't fake anymore
What's the safety on for?
I'm way beyond sore, I'm painfully abhorrent
Waiting on forces gainfully endorsing fading ennui
I'm wasted on the porcelain
Chamberlain of the bomb squad
I'm kicking off the hodge podge
With one wrong line more obvious
Than the folly of hoping I got a rap career
The pap smear is ready for you pussies
Don't push me
Cuz one step closer to the edge of this climax
And I might not come back to the fabric of this reality
Bitch, miss me with all that banality
More finality than the last few seconds
Of that director's cut, this that objective smut
Making dejection a rut
And I'm stuck in the clutch of that protective lust
Guarded scrap metal bargains
Pardon the gap in the targets
Shards of afterthought cast in a bitter light
Softens the hearts of carbon
Don't you think for a second that you can hide it
I know you ride on it every night
You like to chide it and push it aside but I like it
When you just let up on the reigns for a while
Sated and bored
Medicate from the face to the floor, never tasted more
Hasten the last place ranking
And praise the hole that lamed the horse, the grace du jour
Epitomic in a space of four. Quarter drawn to deface the score
Gristle through the grommet in abasement wars
Suck the marrow outta faceless hordes
God I'm exhausted
Peel the lids back and yet again, brains accosted
Bullet ant bite to the spine too often
Can get a man primed to erase an office
But for the sake of the paycheck
Let the doctor disseminate platelets
Bled dry for the daily arrangements
Til the gun metal grey gets a face-lift
Don't you ever, ever, ever try to lie to me
OP - This is not a f*cking interview so keep the questions to yourself
OP - This is not a chance for you to change the shitty hand that you been dealt
OP - This is just a couple crazy f*ckers that do not need your help
OP - This is me, this is him, this is us, this is the pathway to Hell
God these raps are retarded
Pardon the gaps and the pauses
Pardon the afterthought half of the riddle might
Soften the hearts of the audience
OP - Never give a ghost of a f*ck to the ocean of blood and sweat
OP - Better than a dose of enough said, closer than mud and death
OP - This is just a couple crazy f*ckers that remain in your debt
OP - This is me, this is him, this is us, this is the pathway to rent
Guarded scrap metal bargains
Pardon the gap in the targets
Shards of afterthought cast in a bitter light
Softens the hearts of carbon
Don't you think for a second that you can hide it
I know you ride on it every night
You like to chide it and push it aside but I like it
When you just let up on the reigns for a while
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Don't you ever, ever, ever try to lie to me
Satan, I'm bored
Medicate me and make me the whore
Paid to perform in the lake in the belly of the beast
And I just can't fake anymore
What's the safety on for?
I'm way beyond sore, I'm painfully abhorrent
Waiting on forces gainfully endorsing fading ennui
I'm wasted on the porcelain
Chamberlain of the bomb squad
I'm kicking off the hodge podge
With one wrong line more obvious
Than the folly of hoping I got a rap career
The pap smear is ready for you pussies
Don't push me
Cuz one step closer to the edge of this climax
And I might not come back to the fabric of this reality
Bitch, miss me with all that banality
More finality than the last few seconds
Of that director's cut, this that objective smut
Making dejection a rut
And I'm stuck in the clutch of that protective lust
Guarded scrap metal bargains
Pardon the gap in the targets
Shards of afterthought cast in a bitter light
Softens the hearts of carbon
Don't you think for a second that you can hide it
I know you ride on it every night
You like to chide it and push it aside but I like it
When you just let up on the reigns for a while
Sated and bored
Medicate from the face to the floor, never tasted more
Hasten the last place ranking
And praise the hole that lamed the horse, the grace du jour
Epitomic in a space of four. Quarter drawn to deface the score
Gristle through the grommet in abasement wars
Suck the marrow outta faceless hordes
God I'm exhausted
Peel the lids back and yet again, brains accosted
Bullet ant bite to the spine too often
Can get a man primed to erase an office
But for the sake of the paycheck
Let the doctor disseminate platelets
Bled dry for the daily arrangements
Til the gun metal grey gets a face-lift
Don't you ever, ever, ever try to lie to me
OP - This is not a f*cking interview so keep the questions to yourself
OP - This is not a chance for you to change the shitty hand that you been dealt
OP - This is just a couple crazy f*ckers that do not need your help
OP - This is me, this is him, this is us, this is the pathway to Hell
God these raps are retarded
Pardon the gaps and the pauses
Pardon the afterthought half of the riddle might
Soften the hearts of the audience
OP - Never give a ghost of a f*ck to the ocean of blood and sweat
OP - Better than a dose of enough said, closer than mud and death
OP - This is just a couple crazy f*ckers that remain in your debt
OP - This is me, this is him, this is us, this is the pathway to rent
Guarded scrap metal bargains
Pardon the gap in the targets
Shards of afterthought cast in a bitter light
Softens the hearts of carbon
Don't you think for a second that you can hide it
I know you ride on it every night
You like to chide it and push it aside but I like it
When you just let up on the reigns for a while
Satan, I'm bored
Medicate me and make me the whore
Paid to perform in the lake in the belly of the beast
And I just can't fake anymore
What's the safety on for?
I'm way beyond sore, I'm painfully abhorrent
Waiting on forces gainfully endorsing fading ennui
I'm wasted on the porcelain
Chamberlain of the bomb squad
I'm kicking off the hodge podge
With one wrong line more obvious
Than the folly of hoping I got a rap career
The pap smear is ready for you pussies
Don't push me
Cuz one step closer to the edge of this climax
And I might not come back to the fabric of this reality
Bitch, miss me with all that banality
More finality than the last few seconds
Of that director's cut, this that objective smut
Making dejection a rut
And I'm stuck in the clutch of that protective lust
Guarded scrap metal bargains
Pardon the gap in the targets
Shards of afterthought cast in a bitter light
Softens the hearts of carbon
Don't you think for a second that you can hide it
I know you ride on it every night
You like to chide it and push it aside but I like it
When you just let up on the reigns for a while
Sated and bored
Medicate from the face to the floor, never tasted more
Hasten the last place ranking
And praise the hole that lamed the horse, the grace du jour
Epitomic in a space of four. Quarter drawn to deface the score
Gristle through the grommet in abasement wars
Suck the marrow outta faceless hordes
God I'm exhausted
Peel the lids back and yet again, brains accosted
Bullet ant bite to the spine too often
Can get a man primed to erase an office
But for the sake of the paycheck
Let the doctor disseminate platelets
Bled dry for the daily arrangements
Til the gun metal grey gets a face-lift
Don't you ever, ever, ever try to lie to me
OP - This is not a f*cking interview so keep the questions to yourself
OP - This is not a chance for you to change the shitty hand that you been dealt
OP - This is just a couple crazy f*ckers that do not need your help
OP - This is me, this is him, this is us, this is the pathway to Hell
God these raps are retarded
Pardon the gaps and the pauses
Pardon the afterthought half of the riddle might
Soften the hearts of the audience
OP - Never give a ghost of a f*ck to the ocean of blood and sweat
OP - Better than a dose of enough said, closer than mud and death
OP - This is just a couple crazy f*ckers that remain in your debt
OP - This is me, this is him, this is us, this is the pathway to rent
Guarded scrap metal bargains
Pardon the gap in the targets
Shards of afterthought cast in a bitter light
Softens the hearts of carbon
Don't you think for a second that you can hide it
I know you ride on it every night
You like to chide it and push it aside but I like it
When you just let up on the reigns for a while
Writer: Justin Shaw, Robert Orr
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid