48 BC
Palace of Alexandria, the future's caught on fire
Middle of the desert, parties ceasing to retire
They can't take not one step, no one being cautious
Gut-wrenching nauseas, got burdens on the conscious
Bomb, supersonic, logic caught up in the faucet
Chamber hyperbolic, missiles gunning for your pockets
No chance of knowledge, saliva dripping from the college
No chance of living, good's a problem in the noggin
Please calm the fuck down, please step back inside
Please say the right prayers, get your son baptized
I've seen some bad views, seen myself capsize
Mind of a white male, shoots up the damn ride
Wake up I'm just fine, restarts at nighttime
My thoughts in daylight adjacent to a pipeline
God on my right side, 'Luc on my left arm
Split up in two halves, plasticity like some damn napalm
I just say they're dead wrong, my psyche just disagrees
Downtown, catching strange looks, brain's feeling like Swiss cheese
My mind's on the burning books, Alexandria 48 BC
My mind's on the burning books, Alexandria 48 BC
And I step out
Because I'm feeling off, because I'm feeling off
Because I'm feeling off, and I'm gettin lost
And I'm gettin lost, and I'm gettin lost
About who's the boss, about who's the boss
About who's the boss, Like where is God?
He's been dead and I'm wide awake
It's time to take my brain over for fuck's sake
Middle of the desert, parties ceasing to retire
They can't take not one step, no one being cautious
Gut-wrenching nauseas, got burdens on the conscious
Bomb, supersonic, logic caught up in the faucet
Chamber hyperbolic, missiles gunning for your pockets
No chance of knowledge, saliva dripping from the college
No chance of living, good's a problem in the noggin
Please calm the fuck down, please step back inside
Please say the right prayers, get your son baptized
I've seen some bad views, seen myself capsize
Mind of a white male, shoots up the damn ride
Wake up I'm just fine, restarts at nighttime
My thoughts in daylight adjacent to a pipeline
God on my right side, 'Luc on my left arm
Split up in two halves, plasticity like some damn napalm
I just say they're dead wrong, my psyche just disagrees
Downtown, catching strange looks, brain's feeling like Swiss cheese
My mind's on the burning books, Alexandria 48 BC
My mind's on the burning books, Alexandria 48 BC
And I step out
Because I'm feeling off, because I'm feeling off
Because I'm feeling off, and I'm gettin lost
And I'm gettin lost, and I'm gettin lost
About who's the boss, about who's the boss
About who's the boss, Like where is God?
He's been dead and I'm wide awake
It's time to take my brain over for fuck's sake
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Writer(s): Sawyer Boyd
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