Fuck the world

They never see me coming
Their faces twisted in shock
Now the fools come gunning
To put our heads to the block

Sick of the laughter, sick of the pain
Sick of the feeling, this feeling of shame
Sick of white folks privileged and vain
Protesting a culture that isn't the same

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

Dead
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead
Dead and bloated
There's no room left for you

These times are volatile (volatile)
Volatile (volatile)
Volatile (volatile)
This world is fucking volatile

So the world!

You'll never see me coming
Sick of the racists, sick of this shit
Sick of them telling me it's immigrants
Sick of the phonies on my phone screen
Sick of the NRA trying to scare me

Stop crying innocence
Stop claiming self-defense
Good men won't speak 'cause they're scared of the violence
But bad men keep screaming to fill up the silence

Dead
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
These times are

Volatile (volatile)
Volatile (volatile)
Volatile (volatile)
This world is fucking volatile

Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground

Dead
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead
Dead and bloated
Life can be so vol-a

Volatile (volatile)
Volatile (volatile)

Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground