American Hex

History of America, what a chapter
What a narrative, what a motherfuckin bastard
Take it, lights out, colonize, they won't fight now
Indoctrinate before their eyes, last rites now
Flow deep river take my soul may I fuck with it
Throw my body faith in tow I am stuck with it
Made tight adjustments long ago
I fall straight down
Hit enough branches on the way down
Safe now

Hex, hex, hex, American
Hex, hex, hex, American
Hex, hex, hex, American
Hex, hex, hex

Pagan as a stack of stones just beyond the bog
My psilocybin pilgrimage ain't nuthin but a slog
Give too many hints, dontcha go and spoil the whole plot
Met an angel in the form of a pack of mad dogs, woof
Close my eyes in a trance
Hexagonal expance
Did the deed, do the dance
I see tracers of my hands
High noon, pale moon
Didn't dose out my mushrooms
Kinda weird, kinda gloom
Tryna steer, vroom vroom

Hex, hex, hex, American
Hex, hex, hex, American
Hex, hex, hex, American
Hex, hex, hex

Applaud algorithmic god inside the computer
Duck behind cover it's another mass shooter
Fuck hustle culture I aint never been a doer
To be the dumbest winner or the dopest fuckin loser
Both sound so exhausting, what the fuck's it costing
Look and see the fever dream that you're fuckin lost in
Everyday I wonder if everybody sees it too
Lookin down I'm wonderin when the floor's gonna break through, uh oh

Hex, hex, hex, American
Hex, hex, hex, American
Hex, hex, hex, American
Hex, hex, hex



Credits
Writer(s): Zeb Scanlan
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