Big Strum

Come clean, cataclysmic truth

Brace yourself, no one's gonna do it for you

Grab hold the concept of control

And dig it into the side of your skull

Wring out all that you've said before

Those empty words scraped from charity's shores

And just plant your feet in a new daydream

Where you're the one with the boot to your teeth

Now peel them back, generations of vile

Privilege in the shape of a smile

I'll be incinerating your blissful ignorance

So you can feel how scorched the earth really is

Unravel loud in disgrace

Just keep digging your own grave

Fear now, for all those in cahoots

Will be burned straight down to their roots

And the stronghold of their era of gold

Will be dismantled down to dust from its bones

Shine a light on the vermin who hide

At the family reunion in plain sight

Smashing fascists as quick as you can move

Your thumb back and forth as you scroll to your doom

Unravel loud in disgrace

Just keep digging your own grave

As your empire burns it seems

That our sound reverberates

A cold sweat around your remote control

Drains you down to the dire and the dull

I can't believe that the god you seek

Is but a translation for your hate speech

Recognize all the evil that lies

Awake at night with a secret to hide

Your salvation is sinking you see

Into the hands of the bored and blood thirsty