The woman over there, I can promise, wants revenge
The man, that’s you, claims he can’t get head
The airwaves are frothin’ over with maddening bullshit
What is it you fear? What keeps God dead?
V is in the sky with diamonds
And she’s been askin’ you questions
(You’re dead, you’re so dead)
All I want to do is party with my lazy hazies
Yeah
Cobalt’s blue, crimson said
You’s a sad little fuck-toy, aren’t you red?
Strangers in the motel, come grab Dad
He’s drunk, he’s keeled over
He’s a tightenin’ ship
Daddy, dear, don’t be scared of vendettas
You like the taste of sprite, don’t you dear?
Daddy, dear, don’t be frightened of vanilla
You’ll like the taste of spite, don’t you fear
Suck my piss slit, flat flappy soulless clown
You afraid to die but I’mma take your clown fears to pound town
Dumb flat piece of shit, can’t glimpse a fucking nuance
Satan’s got your vision cloudy, going to Hell is what you’ll séance
Manhattan gaslit and gatekept Jesus
All of New York could go back to Woodstock, please
Manhattan is gaslit by money and status
What is it you want? Why do we all breathe?
V is in the sky with diamonds
And she’s been dyin’ with questions
(You’re blessed, you’re so blessed)
All I want to do is party with my lazy hazies
Yeah
Cobalt’s blue, crimson said
You’s a sad little fuck-toy, aren’t you red?
Strangers in the motel, come grab Mom
She’s drunk, she’s keeled over
She’s a flounderin’ ship
Drugs, suck it up, like vanilla icies
Don’t treat me rough, treat me really nicies
Decorate my neck, diamantés ices
Why? Come on, come on
I’m the new Jesus
I’m the new Jesus
I’m the new Jesus
Oh, oh-oh, yeah
Cobalt blues, crimson reds
You’s a sad little fuck-boy, who’s in your bed?
Strangers in the motel, come grab Dad
He’s drunk, he’s keeled over
He’s a tightenin’ ship
Cobalt’s blue, crimson said
You’s a sad little fuck-boy, who’s in your bed?
Strangers in the motel, come grab Mom
She’s drunk, she’s keeled over
She’s a flounderin’ ship
Kiss my complexity, flat flappy soulless clown
You afraid to live but I’mma take your body downtown
You’re not anything, you can’t even glimpse nuance
War has got your vision hazy, violence what you gonna séance!
I’m cyberpunk blue
I’m cyberpunk scared
The woman over there, I can promise, paints nights red
The man, that’s you, you ain’t never getting ahead
The century’s done, the century’s done
The century’s on fire
Humanity’s end
Drugs, suck it up, like vanilla icies
Don’t treat me rough, treat me really nicies
Decorate my neck, diamantés ices
Why? Come on, come on
I’m the new Jesus
I’m the new Jesus
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