Bloodsucker

[Intro: Jon Mess]
Check your ballot and vote this dick, right?
You gotta eat, right?
You gotta eat, right?

[Verse 1: Jon Mess]
I'm not looking down and then looking away
I'mma cook a brat like I cook a filet
Nobody out here has been talking to Dave
Will ain't even liking what you had to say
Do you even love her?
Do you even love her?
That's your own mother
Bloodsucker

[Pre-Chorus: Tilian]
Somehow, you can breathe somehow
What a waste of paradise, sucking life

[Chorus: Tilian]
You've become predictable, way you play is typical
Settled in the victim's role, you flourish in the pain

[Verse 2: Jon Mess]
I figure that was another ass hard ass part
My coke's inside this bloodied rag
I'm in a stats class, smoking backpack pie chart
With a grove of muddy greaser bees

[Refrain: Jon Mess]
Check your ballot and vote this dick, right?
You gotta eat, right?
You gotta eat, right?
Do you even love her?
Do you even love her?
That's your own mother
Bloodsucker

[Chorus: Tilian; Tilian & Jon Mess]
You've become predictable, way you play is typical
Settled in the victim's role, you flourish in the pain
Face facts, you'd love to be attacked
The retroactive pieces fit to match all your embellishments
Settled in the victim's role, you flourish in the pain

[Bridge: Tilian, Jon Mess]
I will watch you suffer like a good consumer should
Popcorn in my belly tells me you're misunderstood
Wait, I feel nothing
Am I becoming desensitized to virtue touting?
Judgments, they're scowling
Pigeons, they're howling
Nobody stops to listen

You gotta be on alcohol to hang out in a shopping mall
There's nothing left to buy that isn't cheaper online
The only reason I'm alive is waiting for the A.I
To do some tight shit and lemme suck its fucking dick
She like it puffy and comfy and lumpy
Go make your ass a frumpy dumpy, bro

[Chorus: Tilian, Tilian & Jon Mess]
You've become predictable, way you play is typical
Settled in the victim's role, you flourish in the pain
Face facts, you'd love to be attacked
The retroactive pieces fit to match all your embellishments
Settled in the victim's role, you flourish in the pain
Can't take it back, accusations, fact
Denial becomes evidence to crucify the innocent
Settled in the victim's role, he'll anguish in the pain