[Verse 1: Cage]
Well, I'll be dead before there's no glaciers
But I'm like my doctor when he lost his licence, I got no patience
No medication, brain free, erasing rapists
Herd thoughts in mind together like [?]
Drinking milk that's filled with agents
Like the Oklahoma City cemetery where Tim McVeigh is
Inappropriate, like rolling a blunt with coke in it
Soak in it, say high to Jesus, I ain't smoking it
And that ain't Christ at your inner psyche
Slightly psycho, might be nightly up late when I bid on Nike
Cause ascribe myself with toys for obnoxious quotes
I'll pick up a ox and slice an ox's throat
Red skin, cook with the fat, it matters a bit
Tit for tat, WM tat on her tit
The passengers sick
With their heads between their legs, it feels stiffer
So when the plane crash, you don't survive, you kill quicker

[Chorus: Ethic]
You put your lives on pedestals
But death is a normal process of life in general
So what you so worried about? Huh?
What you so fucking worried about? Huh? Huh?
You put your lives on pedestals
But death is a normal process of life in general
So what you so worried about? Huh?
What you so fucking worried about? Huh? Huh?
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