
Hysteria YCK
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[Verse 1]
Voices inside me now I’m on a murder spree
Bitch imma kill 'em, I say that with certainty
We cannot save or salvage irredeemables
What they be doing is fucking unspeakable
Office of criminals we nominate
And we’re paying for shit that we don’t wanna pay
Prisoners serving now we’re making monuments
Pressing the button, I blow up the continent
Fuck, now we attack
Step in the place and won’t leave it intact
Dropping a missile, the currency crippled
I’m slitting the wrists and kidnapping officials
I’m fighting a war, my tissue is torn
I’m making a pact, making my crown of thorns
Abolish thе humans polluting the planet
I’ll take away living you’rе taking for granted
[Chorus]
No one can follow my trail
I’m in hysteria, I’m off the rails
Copping the weapons they put up for sale
And we’re checking the bodies, they’re sterile and pale
You got no say or a kind of a voice
Freedom is nonexistent, ain’t a choice
Hearing complaints, it’s all meaningless noise
And you pray for what any free market destroys
Voices inside me now I’m on a murder spree
Bitch imma kill 'em, I say that with certainty
We cannot save or salvage irredeemables
What they be doing is fucking unspeakable
Office of criminals we nominate
And we’re paying for shit that we don’t wanna pay
Prisoners serving now we’re making monuments
Pressing the button, I blow up the continent
Fuck, now we attack
Step in the place and won’t leave it intact
Dropping a missile, the currency crippled
I’m slitting the wrists and kidnapping officials
I’m fighting a war, my tissue is torn
I’m making a pact, making my crown of thorns
Abolish thе humans polluting the planet
I’ll take away living you’rе taking for granted
[Chorus]
No one can follow my trail
I’m in hysteria, I’m off the rails
Copping the weapons they put up for sale
And we’re checking the bodies, they’re sterile and pale
You got no say or a kind of a voice
Freedom is nonexistent, ain’t a choice
Hearing complaints, it’s all meaningless noise
And you pray for what any free market destroys
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