[Chorus]
I, own
Composure I’ve been owed absolving those who’ve been accused
You, beg
But it won’t do a thing for you in death to be excused
Advance and move, I fumigate
To end this aristocracy
Scrap and shed your human ways
Discarded how the authors see

[Verse 1]
I’m no theologian, fanatical idolatry
The growing sea erosion and discounting the isometry
When they will not concede, to shaking the decrees
Cause extorting is a game for them to let it recede
At an altar where they’re altеrnating feeding offspring
I’ll fucking call an Osprey before thеy make an offering
An amulet of auguring but will it presage?
The images of havoc, I’m instilling enraged
Here in perdition, cause that’s where they stuck us
A state of damnation, I’m bringing the ruckus
Ragged dreamcatchers, tassel of feathers
Active, I’m searching and seeking the treasures
Quoting a snippet, I’ve torn up and ripped it
A drop of the dopamine simply predicted
Who is it they garner sympathy for?
The scum of the planet there’s little need for
[Chorus]
I, own
Composure I’ve been owed absolving those who’ve been accused
You, beg
But it won’t do a thing for you in death to be excused
Advance and move, I fumigate
To end this aristocracy
Scrap and shed your human ways
Discarded how the authors see

[Verse 2]
Lodged in my temple
Gone out my mental
Smothering and suffocating
No resuscitating
And when some invaded
Unrelated incidents ensued
Discovery don’t equal conquest ineptitude
Is fucking normalized, I sort and sift through nonsense
I wonder why am I the one defined explaining concepts?
Herd em' but the preference is they worship the prism
Nurtured with no wisdom, how they foment the schism
Giving life up for the despotism
Pour another drink out for a vengeful system
Synchronize your magistrate with choosing what you mass produce
I’ll synthesize and aggregate a toxin that I can’t reduce
Viewed there from the TV, duping a crowd in showing how easy
Crimes have been achieved by people onstage by pleading “believe me”
Big brother’s watching everywhere that you go
Mouths stay muzzled, emperors in new clothes
[Chorus]
I, own
Composure I’ve been owed absolving those who’ve been accused
You, beg
But it won’t do a thing for you in death to be excused
Advance and move, I fumigate
To end this aristocracy
Scrap and shed your human ways
Discarded how the authors see