I Won't Hold My Breath

He's fancies himself a 'great intellectual'
Fancies himself a 'sapiosexual'
Prays that you can't see his tell
Clearly, he fancies himself

Underdeveloped, he looks like a Polaroid
Overexposed to Penthouse and opioids
Vicodin spiked in his glass
Entourage kissing his ass

He's the kind of boy that girls write poems about
Crying on their therapist's couch
Lied and filled their heads with doubts
Now he's pushing forty and he's finding god
His days of degradation are done
Larping as the prodigal son
I won't hold my breath

(Super cool riff section)

Now he's enlightened
He thinks he's a Buddhist
He's thinks he's Picasso
He's painting this brutalist
Abstract expressionist trash
Selling it for soft earned cash

Oh, he says he's trying to "emasculate conception"
Despite the fact his paintings are conceptual erections
Praying for strength to repent
Trying to throw off the scent

He's the kind of boy that girls write poems about
Crying on their therapist's couch
Lied and filled their heads with doubts
Now he's pushing forty and he's finding god
His days of degradation are done
Larping as the prodigal son
I won't hold my breath!

(Destroy!)

I won't hold my breath

(Destroy faster!)

Don't you know he's really changed
Don't you know he's really changed
Don't you know he's really changed
A-hole in a K-hole
All on Daddy's payroll
Don't you know he's really changed

Don't you know, Don't you know, Don't you know, Don't you know

Don't you know he's really changed
Don't you know he's really changed
A-hole in a K-hole
All on Daddy's payroll
And he's seeking redemption
In the form of attention