[Verse 1: Qwel]
This world feels like crumbling plastic, tumbling backwards, crashing down
Glass and bubbling acid splashing back, shudder and smash unto the ground
The trumpet blasts been howling for days, I pray for my Savior to come from the clouds
The trouble we found amounts to nothing in respect to that rumbling sound
Thundering round this mountain, fumbling crowd mumbling wondering how
Thumbing their numbers and dust in their slumbering gowns under the sun just hustling louse
And huffin and puffin and fuck it forget it, it's nothing, just suffer it out
What a grim pout, summer of sin, the fun'll begin and some'll get down
Some will get found and some will get singed and some will get big and some will get proud
And some will get humbled from pummeling mustard seeds, drown with the shuffling clouds
Juggling clowns, sniffing his doubts, drowning in Ritalin, tripping his now
Bow to the druggist, the towers just plummet but how he just loves this drifting in doubt
Fixing to dowse us down in splintered debris and this isn't me, the hisses agree
Physics of heat the vicious deceit and gimmick emcees and distance between
The images beaming to limit his thinking as if it drips from the flickering screen
Then it's bigger than dreaming and thicker than blood in the winter of grievance and bitches and thugs
Figures of demons and simpleton heathens with cynical love
Shit'll go bust if kids'll grow up, justice is reason in flux with the season
And read it and breath it and shit or get up, enough with conceit and us limping in slough
Huffing and puffing and wheezing, believing in nothing but
Me, me, me now, now, now
[Hook: Jamie Clemmons]
Hey listen to me, I got something to say
That's why I sing about me
This world feels like crumbling plastic, tumbling backwards, crashing down
Glass and bubbling acid splashing back, shudder and smash unto the ground
The trumpet blasts been howling for days, I pray for my Savior to come from the clouds
The trouble we found amounts to nothing in respect to that rumbling sound
Thundering round this mountain, fumbling crowd mumbling wondering how
Thumbing their numbers and dust in their slumbering gowns under the sun just hustling louse
And huffin and puffin and fuck it forget it, it's nothing, just suffer it out
What a grim pout, summer of sin, the fun'll begin and some'll get down
Some will get found and some will get singed and some will get big and some will get proud
And some will get humbled from pummeling mustard seeds, drown with the shuffling clouds
Juggling clowns, sniffing his doubts, drowning in Ritalin, tripping his now
Bow to the druggist, the towers just plummet but how he just loves this drifting in doubt
Fixing to dowse us down in splintered debris and this isn't me, the hisses agree
Physics of heat the vicious deceit and gimmick emcees and distance between
The images beaming to limit his thinking as if it drips from the flickering screen
Then it's bigger than dreaming and thicker than blood in the winter of grievance and bitches and thugs
Figures of demons and simpleton heathens with cynical love
Shit'll go bust if kids'll grow up, justice is reason in flux with the season
And read it and breath it and shit or get up, enough with conceit and us limping in slough
Huffing and puffing and wheezing, believing in nothing but
Me, me, me now, now, now
[Hook: Jamie Clemmons]
Hey listen to me, I got something to say
That's why I sing about me
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