[Verse 1]
Love your thought control
I’d love to buy your clones
This is Panopticonic living
In the iron mold
I'm broke
Im woke
I'm fucked
I crash
I suck
Im blunt
We up
Won’t last
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
I go off
Making wrong
It gave us life
4 walls
That's me
The motherfucking
Ant supercolony
Go to war
With myself
Feed the comedy

[Instrumental Breakdown]