They never see me coming Their faces twisted in shock Now the fools come gunning
To put our heads to the black Sick of the laughter Sick of the pain Sick of the feeling This feeling of shame Sick of white folks privil eged and vain Protesting a culture that isn´t the same Don´t blame the false elites When nazi assholes march the streets So call me a hypocrite call me a fake It´s nothing compared to your pride and your hate
Dead Dead and bloated There´s times are volatile There´s no room left for you Dead Dead and bloated
There´s no room left for you There´s times are volatile
Volatile This world is fucking volatile
Fuck the World
You´ll never see me coming Sick of the racists Sick of the shit Sick of them telling me it´s immigrants Sick of the phonies on my phone screen Sick of the NRA trying to scare me Stop crying innocence Stop claiming self-defense Good men won´t speak because they´re scared of the violence
But bad men keep screaming to fill up the silence
Dead Dead and bloated There´s times are volatile There´s no room left for you Dead Dead and bloated There´s no room left for you There´s times are volatile
Volatile
Break it Smash it Burn it to the ground
Dead
Dead and bloated There´s times are volatile There´s no room left for you Dead Dead and bloated Life can be so vol-a