Volatile

[Intro]

Ah, fuck the world!

Go

[Verse 1]

They never see me coming

Their faces twisted in shock

Now the fools come gunning

To put our heads to the block

[Verse 2]

Sick of the laughter, sick of the pain

Sick of the feeling, the feeling of shame

Sick of White folks, privileged and vain

Protesting a culture that isn't the same

[Pre-Chorus]

Don't blame the false elites

When Nazi assholes march the streets

So call me a hypocrite

Call me a fake

It's nothing compared

To your pride and your hate

[Chorus]

Dead

Dead and bloated

These times are volatile

There's no room left for you

Dead

Dead and bloated