(We don't need no education)
(We don’t need no thought control)
Well
Let's not mince words
We might need a little!

Control yourself, stimulated fungal anatomies!
Framing your fight or flight apparatuses
To freeze out of control
The Second Coming silence, let's talk!
It’s August 29, 2024 AD
And I'm just metaphysics
I'm “linguistic divine”
I'm just existence as it exists
The pinnacle is God
Pinnacles exist

It's the way words can billow into our perceptions
(From “Him”—to dead; to Her back to wed!)
Inside the grand ballrooms of our deepest receptions
(From “Him”—to dead; to Her back to wed!)
(We don't need no education)
(We don't need no thought control)

She's the black widow
And she’s the fear that accumulates
The weight of your might
(We don’t need no education)
She's the black widow
And she’s the ear that accumulates
Your sense that she's right
(We don't need no thought control)

Perceptions strive to bond to what exists
It's why stability is stable, your whole perception is rigged
Centuries have bopped along to the beats of Adderall Nation
(All around the world now)
“Centuries have bopped along to the beats of Adderall Nation”
(Mm, pop that fizz)
(Pop it open)

[spoken]
“…a song about how everything is a stimulant…”

“…the stories we sip—the truer the better, we want philosophical, moralizing sermon-esque thought experiments to unfold using true lives; war, race, crime, violence, the sacred debased…’

“It's ‘Adderall Nation,' and it's a doc on Netflix.”

[distorted sounds from Dead by Daylight (2016)]

(We don't need no education)
(We don't need no thought control)

Let's say nothing as powerful as God unites us
(It's Adderall Nation, and it's a doc on Netflix)
Yet psychological unities, they're tickled by morality
(Don't word it, don't word it, don't word it that way)
I can be your dirty bitch, bitch
I can be your only wish (shh!)
Don't you think it's time to switch—switch it up?
Baby, please—'cause you'll doin' the same thing
You'll get the same thing (um)
Don't you want better?
You wus' a smart boy
Don't you want prophecy
Don't you want prophecy
Fulfilled—on—Earth?
If you want to win, let Her in, let Her in
If you want “Him” back, all you have to do is sin
Put your lips together
Put your lips together
You know how to whistle, don't you?
Put your lips together, won't you?

(“We don't need no education”)
(“We don't need no thought control”)
[tab cracks open]

You can't tease any new colors into light, can you?
Modernity peters out and grows into simulacrums from here
It's exhausting to think about how, conceptually
The first to imprint themselves as “history”
In such visually iconic ways (“Happy birthday, Mr. President”)
How conceptually they'll echo into our memories
Of what we ourselves—as humans—remember human as

(“We don't need no education!”)
(“We don't need no thought control!”)

It's the way that words billow into our perceptions!
(From “Him”—to dead; to Her back to wed)
Inside the great moat rooms of our noble receptions!
(From “Him”—to dead; to Her back to wed)
(We don't need no education)
(We don't need no thought control)
Suppose nothing as powerful as God unites us
Where'm I to find the nearest illumination inside this
Empty space we now vacuum-tumble as equals through
Just your way with words and mine?
Just your moral intrusions and mine?
Words are like vanilla ointments for the rear
Language, from billions, we bedrock like bricks
And now I'm passin' stones from ev'ry ear to ev'ry ear
(It's Adderall Nation, and it's a doc on Netflix)

As we tell stories about each other's existence
We imprint language into each other's descendants
Like Plato, for instance—or “platonic resistance”
Satan's mouth, against the Second Coming's persistence?
Word is God, John 1:1, I'm talkin' forgiveness
Platonic insistence
Original innocence
I'm talkin' the Second Coming's stable philosophical house

Red is for rage, orange is for powerless
Blue is for grace, I exist every emotion
May the hues of the human light
Prism through my fame
May the hues of the oranges' fight
Be lifted through His name
Christ, Anno Domini

We tumble inside
Born to exist as gravities of humanity
Tumblin' and tumblin'