This thing of ours, is a labor of love
We turn kings into cowards, cause their favor is up
The anti-villains from the tales in your books
Wrought havoc, so you can find hell where you look
We didn't come to see Naples to die
Point us to the stage, we're taking the pie, we're so gracious
Direct threats are neutralized, but leave the haters alive
They get to hear their wives saying goodbye
No less than complete confidence is allowed
When creators walk, even desolate lands turn to hallowed ground
Sound the trumpets, we're here to interrupt your
Tea and crumpets, our music favors function over comfort
Rambunctious, assemble beats like a gunsmith
Rimshots rip your membranes to gumstrips
We came to end your reign of terror and audacity
To spout populism with no trace of veracity
False assumptions make no asinus of me
After the fact check you should never ever speak
Chemical imbalances fueled the passion in my speech
Music raised me, like I was Lazarus of Bethany
Turnkeys turn to turncoats, rebels set free
Mark the return, of two young men full of empathy
And righteous anger for you, who line pockets
On the strength of others who suffer, so we are now enemies
We reach out to tend to unhealed wounds
For our fallen, we stand guard on unsealed tombs
May our loved ones rest, may you never find peace
You who bomb the innocent, and drive a wedge between families
We sanctify life, you worship death
We'll fight you where we find you until our last breath
This thing of ours, is a labor of love
We turn kings into cowards, cause their favor is up
The anti-villains from the tales in your books
Wrought havoc, so you can find hell where you look