Road To Perdition

(Coal Cash)

Grip that Lightning's tail while I’m swigging on some Viking ale, / crash a party like Kubrick to the music of Nick Nightingale/ quick to ignite the trail but bail before the accolades / masquerade under veil cause it's a fail if I act my age

Back to the cage with my tail tucked behind me/ if ya eyes wide shut who gives a fuck what the blind see / don't remind me, final about to acclimate / don’t come find me cause kindly I'm tryna back away

1990s the last decade of human beings / before we did the computing with finger cruzing over moving screens/ illusions gleam in a fractal, Apple of the eye / confusion seem to baffle when acting natural is an actual lie

Frank castle give you the black and white like a little rascals / as liberals grapple civil gavels tryna rid their shackles / dismal assholes a vassal to the global prison / wishing for more and their pretty sure the cure is Socialism

A Noble vision till it's committees got a tyrants will/ priory of Zion wants your city looking like silent hill/ there tryna kill and pillage the whole population/ propagating as gay shills hoping it will slow the copulation

Indoctrinate them in there cultish ultimatums / told um Satan gave um gnosis so there focus should be praise um/ fucking brazen infant ashes in their brazier raising/ pagan demonic witch Abramovic making baby bacon

Crazy vacant forsaken to veracious lust/ stuffed our gut wit salacious so if shakes us we ain't waking up/ fake as fuck and everyone a self indulger/ trample over when we fell riding the swell hoping hell was closer/

Welling over a misnomer to say it's fun games/ numbing pain hardly in a party that's a one way train/ fronting lames fanning flames they condone to spread/ I'm better off alone Maybe Ill stay home Instead

Chorus

Party's over (here/ there) filled with a bunch a listers/ lets blow it up just to see how the day differs/ thoughts n prayers for who the media writes / when I say shooting stars ain’t talking meteorites ....