I got money in my butthole pretty much all the time
Cause cash likes to fuck me when I fall out of line
I'm a medium sized dude with a medium sized dick
But I got a big ass spoon that'll scoop your main chick

Until I bust in it too quickly and mutate
With asphyxiation, heart rate racing
Keeping up with the memories of a difficult lover

With my head stuck under a rusty guillotine
I mean I really don't need to be a fiend
to read between the whirlwind of lines
and the riddle within the middle of a big piece of trouble
and a scuffle when he starts shuffling the cards

To extricate the scars that were left from the fog of a war
Between the force of hope and the distortion of words
With a discourse fought from a distance
In a world of shame and a dangerous existence

As he follows the scent of hollow sleeplessness
His body contracts from the hallowing weakness
And diseased effects of a reason for death
To put our sins to rest it might be useless

But maybe abusive and a few steps behind
A lucid but ludicrous view of the grand illusion
I wake up at the end of my eulogy
Looking up at the moon fueled by the lunacy
In a sea of beautiful seclusion

We're only aware of the killers the slip up
With a hiccup in their M.O. but not before I ask them
"Hey! Is that mask uncomfortable? Can you see the disastrous
Madness that's plastered on the walls of this country?
And in the sacred chapels where the sisters and pastors
are shot right in the nostrils?"
Blasting the brain mass faster than a tactical reaction
or the promise of an addict.

Yeah, I guess you can say it's a bit troublesome
I guess you can stay in the bitter rubble He came from
If he could slay another mother in a basement
He lost his prey and can't remember which way it went

He's a bottom feeder with a mean demeanor
He gets the meat cleaver before the sodomy with models
He might even eat her and her progeny, too
Invite the Grim Reaper to take her primordial stew

As he follows the scent of hollow sleeplessness
His body contracts from the hallowing weakness
And diseased effects of a reason for death
To put our sins to rest it might be useless

But maybe abusive and a few steps behind
A lucid but ludicrous view of the grand illusion
I wake up at the end of my eulogy
Looking up at the moon fueled by the lunacy
In a sea of beautiful seclusion

It seems like daylight has turned the night to rage
A forbidden and bullet ridden fight for the ages
For all races a faces and I'm getting impatient
With the lack of action and practical assassination

Of our reanimated tragedies and bad manners
Scattered limbs in the cold vacuum of anger
We need a fiendish release from our wasted standards
But it's a bloody circus and a self made cancer