Stoke Extinguisher

[Intro]

Foreign tabs, powders and booze

How ludicrous with so much to lose

A tightrope walk on a frayed rope

A discerning slippery slope

A Soviet Roulette without a net

"We got it..."

[Verse 1]

Lunatic! The O.G. narcissistic

With a “Me” impotency

A perilous recipe

What the fuck is wrong with me?

[Verse 2]

Modesty is for sure something I lack

A freight train without a track

Only ends in tragedy

What the fuck is wrong with

[Chorus]

Meaningless evocative talks

Racing lips and crushing rocks

Fixing things that weren't broke

Extinguishing everyone's stoke

[Verse 3]

Precaution! Then discarding all caution

I consider every risk of the things I can't resist

Is there something wrong with -

[Chorus 2]

Undergrounds (subterranean)

Public boudoirs (subversive)

Consenting brands (subhuman)

Permanent scars (from thousands of bruise)

Black and blue (submissive)

The status quo (subterfuge)

Warranty (subordinate)

Or bested I know

Bested I know