Show me signs, make me blind
Wanted love, got a war
Laissez faire without a care
Politicking, turkey dinner
Fall asleep, wake up never
Pie-f*cking celluloid.
Fake butter, hyper-real news
Lips inflated with the deadly spit of snakes
I think I'm in too deep now
Yeah, need to turn the sound way down
Feel them slithering around
The snakes are coming
Homemade version of a viral copy of some tome forgotten for so long they can't remember
Freedom lost replace by a leash to keep the children in line
They cometh