Concerned Citizen Committee

As soon everything starts to taste like burnt tobacco in your mouth
And the need to cuddle up next to a bottle of everything that you've got
That's when the alarm goes off

If we survive the virus, the dubious wars on the molten ways when we have won(?)
Every ambition that you'll ever have [?] to lose its meaning when great danger washes over the world
And I guess [?] as I collapse in a panic attack with the promise
To do better tomorrow, be a morе loving version of me!
Be a tеxtbook dad, a loving husband, instead of riding on the back of the vaporizing(?) dream
Without that naked stupidity(?), I guess so

The nerves in my face twitches, spasms, cuz' I can't [?]
It is crystal clear that it only takes a drop of poison in the cup to make the [?] go off the rails
Even the red match could ignite the [?] right now and send it into space and blow it into tiny asteroids
That go whistling accross this universe

I see a white, red and black horse tied to a lamppost outside a nightclub called Polyester Paradise
Where an over[?] sound flushes out the windows
It sounds like a mixture between a prayer, trap music and pink noise
At the corner of my eye, the [?] pale horse crosses the city limits

We are treated like straw dogs by our government
[?] red, little, sick and blown away, set on fire
When we have completed our tasks
The pillars of society, the nurses, the [?], the school teachers
Are fucked over by the man in the [?] suit

These are the [?] that they must see and feel our tears
Tears so heavy and hard that they crush the tiny white hands
While they launder our tax money
Ohhh, I can go on and on
I could go on and on but I'd rather go off the fucking rails
I'd rather go off the fucking rails!
We're coming for you, CEOs
So fuck you, and good night!