[Verse]
So as it turns out, I’m not quite prey
There's hindsight for free in the entryway
But at the wheel, a bristle worm
Your HRQOL, my investment firm
I felt I had been screaming doubt
But someone else’s voice was crying out
I unhid your files and iced the Finder
Then took a nap in a canopy
Ultimately my red hot rise
That went through walls and squeezed your eyes
Should’ve lost so much more
I should’ve really realized that at its core

[Bridge]
So as it turns out
I’m not quite done
Sucking up and fucking up
My father's son

[Segue]
I should really take the time to listen to what my enemies are saying

[Outro]
In the arms of a morbid angel, fly away from me