[Intro]
Foreign tabs, powders and booze
How ludicrous with so much to lose
A tightrope walk on a frayed rope
A discerning slippery slope
A Soviet Roulette without a net
"We got it..."

[Verse 1]
Lunatic! The O.G. narcissistic
With a “Me” impotency
A perilous recipe
What the fuck is wrong with me?

[Verse 2]
Modesty is for sure something I lack
A freight train without a track
Only ends in tragedy
What the fuck is wrong with

[Chorus]
Meaningless evocative talks
Racing lips and crushing rocks
Fixing things that weren't broke
Extinguishing everyone's stoke
[Verse 3]
Precaution! Then discarding all caution
I consider every risk of the things I can't resist
Is there something wrong with -

[Chorus 2]
Undergrounds (subterranean)
Public boudoirs (subversive)
Consenting brands (subhuman)
Permanent scars (from thousands of bruise)
Black and blue (submissive)
The status quo (subterfuge)
Warranty (subordinate)
Or bested I know
Bested I know