Volatile

Fuck the world! They never see me coming, their faces twisted in shock. Now the fools come gunnin' to put our heads to the block. Sick of the laughter, sick of the pain. Sick of the feeling, this feeling of shame. Sick of the white folks, privileged and vain protesting a culture that isn't the same. Don't blame the false elites when Nazi assholes march the streets! So call me a hypocrite, call me a fake It's nothing compared to your pride and your hate. Dead, dead and bloated! These times are volatile, there's no room left for you. Dead, dead and bloated! There's no room left for you, these times are volatile! Volatile... This world is fuckin' volatile. Fuck the world! You'll never see me coming! Sick of the racists, sick of this shit, sick of them telling me it's immigrants. Sick of the phonies on my phone screen, sick of the NRA trying to scare me. Stop crying innocence, stop claiming self-defense! Good men won't speak because they're scared of the violence, but bad men keep screaming to fill up the silence. Dead, dead and bloated! These times are volatile, there's no room left for you. Dead, dead and bloated! There's no room left for you, these times are volatile! Volatile... This world is fuckin' volatile. Fuck the world! Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground! Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground... Dead, dead and bloated! These times are volatile, there's no room left for you. Dead, dead and bloated! Life can be so volatile! Volatile... Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground! Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground...