C4.

And we're back, back at it again
Yes you assumed we were dead, yet this is now, and then was then
Writing lists, down in pen
We might've missed, everyone's obsessed with Talking Ben
New house, new life, new people, new trash, to get used to
Same old problems, old solutions
And I'm still stuck sitting and waiting like I always do
Back from the past, the past we were living
You thought we were good before? NAH we were just kidding
The cogs are in motion, the time is resetting
My least favorite part of a song, upsetting
Ringing in my ear, it's too hard to see
I can't remember, though that doesn't mean I have bad memory
They all assume the worst, that you can't do jack
In a room that's pitch black, they got you goin off the rack
I can't just decide for when I have to choose
Especially when these people are all high in virtues
I'm just tryna go and set a rendezvous with you
I wanna amuse, but you're goin off separate cues
They're heading right for me
The headlights in their vision
Hide away from them
Pure crashing pressure
Ain't no luck of the weather
Take cover, look ahead
The clock is ticking
Watch out for the division
Minds filling up with dread
You hear it? The explosion heading over...?
Fantasies are the falling over dominoes
Misdirected children, under the powered nose
Not the Pixy Stix but the kind that imitates
High blood sugar obsession that infiltrates
Missing bio-father which reminds me
The everlasting thought that rests on my psyche
Behavior kicks off a different response
Misconduct accused as a missile launch
But you want us to keep
Gasping for our air?
Even at our lowest when we're unprepared?
Study every move, hoping for defiance
Dead loved ones and we still gave compliance
Raiding the streets, leaving nothing for the rest of us
Remingtons aimed at our heads while threaten us
Realize that their homeland was dishonest
Sadly enough, the President couldn't keep a promise
They're heading right for me
The headlights in their vision
Hide away from them
Pure crashing pressure
Ain't no luck of the weather
Take cover, look ahead
The clock is ticking
Watch out for the division
Minds filling up with dread
Panels, conventions are now but a memory
Participate in what was once so tempting
Test out the kicks, they be sick, that's what he said
Now I can walk on their faces 'cuz they dead
Take many paces with treading past windmills
All sources gone, population went downhill
Survivors parched of their standing sanity
Can't help but find fault in those who aren't guilty
Big anticipation for the future that we held
Not a beat later and that optimism fell
All my things are gone because it wasn't just a small boom
We were all surprised, at least those who's life they clung to
Now we await doom
Surely
Thinking of my wife and family, how could he?
Present day is SUCKING
Someone decided to blow up
Now we all take the fall of unfortunate luck
'Cause-
They're heading right for me
The headlights in their vision
Hide away from them
Pure crashing pressure
Ain't no luck of the weather
Take cover, look ahead
The clock is ticking
Watch out for the division
Minds filling up with dread