There is this feeling weighing heavy in the air We've been choking on it's stagnancy for decades It's time to sever ties and choose a better path One with far less senseless entropy and a cleaner criminal track We've held this trouble for a long now and it's growing old I think we're better off if we desert you These endless eggshells are tumultuous and all of this is leading to one, big, pathetic breakdown The hurricane is forming. Someone fetch a Dixie cup It seems a fitting tool to hold an ocean Maybe we put our problems off for far too long Eventually they'll have to go away... right? There is no hindsight. There's never been a lesson learned Just the same old cycle: consume until the well dries The gardens tended. I'm pulling weeds until my back is sore The pain shooting up my spine and collecting in my head The garbage piles up until it overflows The apple falls from the tree, resenting the tree it's fallen from These withered husks shattered by the touch Your vampiric nature rearing its ugly head again A resolution is never reached Ultimatums never set So when the room is vacant it's obvious what comes next A short stint of dramatic highs, then a sudden valley Then another valley followed by another one And on and on it goes

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There's an over simplistic method of getting the results You have to ask yourself now, "are you better off?" Have you noticed your neighbor involved in the occult Who you gonna call? Who you gonna call and are they gonna come? Are you screamin' at demons? Yelling at them to be gone They mentioned where they were sent from, tell them they don't belong When you spend all your effort convincing yourself that they're evil Are you able to recall? Are you able to recall that we all peoples? It used to be easy or at the very least expected Now we're looking in some questionable places for acceptance We're all out of line, draw some more in the sand Cause we all want to kill what we don't understand

It's a tale as old as time, it's really no mystery Boy meets a girl, settled in the West but it's a little more grisly Let's count how many people we can see die Let's see how many people we can fit into this pie Just keep counting and love one another Everything is bound to get better Picture perfect, two partners in crime and you like to get scared together Doing the work so we can keep our hands clean because that is the mission It's hard when you are bombarded with emails about age restrictions Gotta keep the content clean, it's imperative to how you're rated But you wanna show the scene of the deadite getting bifurcated The business is bodies and business is good It started as an interest, a macabre curiosity Combined with a penchant to dissect filmography A yin and a yang, they're providing us blood and guts Balanced by let's plays and Simpson reference supercuts Never shutting out a voice, instead opening a dialogue Of monsters and murderers, little shits and dino-sos In a world full of horrors and unspeakable evils It's nice to see people being good people Branching out in branding, the beginning of a saga They're big fans of bead time and love Devon Sawa In order to thank you for all that you do The Golden Chainsaw goes to you for Doing the work so we can deal with the demons hiding under the stairs It's art how you are directing and editing and warning us of jumpscares Gotta grease up the gears and roll with the punches you're handed Gotta go Final Girl, kill the machine that's holding you captive The business is bodies

A sign on the ground A secret code, yeah, it's on You're coming into my world and we're gonna have so much fun Red, purple, blue, white Tastes like medicine You can use a scythe to cut the tension Yeah, we're rollin' around, the fingers cracked and we're waiting We're just trollin' around, hoping that we get invaded Fight club, no chug, before they die they try to run No chance, death is comin', wait, no, now we're outnumbered Retreat, defeat, it's easier to retrieve green things, reprieve, let's see what else we'll make bleed Backstab, godsend, trouble in the swampland Big crab, bad lag, now you're back where you began Catalyst, shapeshift, lure them to their death then Do it all again cause You're my.... best friend A sign of the time Not that it matters cause time is foldin' in on itself So I'm gonna turn into a tree and send you home Red, purple, blue, white Wherever you are from We're definitely all gonna die 'Til then we're rollin' around, usin' i-frames and evading Yeah, we're trollin' around, killing time 'til Elden Ring comes out

Why must I move? Why must I do anything? What do I have to prove? I have awful muscle memory What if I try fail? What happens when I lose everything? Because I know it's coming and I can try to prevent it but it's going to happen anyway And I keep thinking and thinking and thinking and doing little else And I keep building up this wall of this wall of my excuses Yeah, any one'll help I feel guilty in this garrison. I really don't know what I'm supposed to tell myself cause I'm not buying "all is well". Not anymore This bastion I'm trapped in has no windows or doors A milquetoast plot with no forethought I took way too long tempering the sword Now I'm left with apprehension. I don't have the tools I need So many lessons left ignored And I hope that I can scape by on what little I've acquired And I will fill this place with dynamite, packed to the gills, then set it all on fire All the time I've spent creating when really destroying everything is my real skill With a world of endless options, am I exhibiting signs of my free will?