June 24, 2022

All my life cutting corners
I just can't follow orders
I hate all you conformers
And all of your dumb supporters

Balance on the edge precisely
When did free become so pricey
I'm not half surprised that she's
Speeding up my midlife crises
My chemical imbalance
Fuels my creative talents
Blood red fills up my palettes
Hallucinating this challenge

All my life cutting corners
I just can't follow orders
I hate all you conformers
And all of your dumb supporters

I hope you
I hope you
I hope you
I hope you choke
I hope you
I hope you
I hope you
I hope you choke
Choke
Choke
Choke
Choke
Choke
Choke
I hope you choke
Choke
Choke
Choke
Choke
Choke
Choke

Asphyxiation is what I hope for them
They think that they can smother us
Can't kill what's already dead
All I see is clowns in court
Thanking zombies for the support
Fuck them and the words they contort
They say you can't even abort
These situations
Constant trepidation
No justification
Only desperation
I'm seeing red
I hope they fucking choke

All my life cutting corners
I just can't follow orders
I hate all you conformers
And all of your dumb supporters

I hope you
I hope you
I hope you
I hope you choke
I hope you
I hope you
I hope you
I hope you choke
Choke
Choke
Choke
Choke
Choke
Choke
I hope you choke
Choke
Choke
Choke
Choke
Choke
Choke



Credits
Writer(s): Chase Pettingill
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