Godzilla
(Fuck)
Are you ready?
Fuck it
Yeah
The rain pours but my face was already wet
Come on closer if it's tears or blood or sweat
The glass cracks through the rage I feel alone
The city burns as if something to condone
As I waited for the gods to come to life
I felt a decadence in all that you call right
I felt an impulse for the throat and how it bled
For the bullshit system I've been fed
Bullshit I've been fed
Born to die, Undermine
What I do, What am I
Keep it up, See it cry
Time to bring the hate alive
Is it real, Is it mine
See it once, Let it die
Thanks for nothing motherfucker, underneath your skin am I?
Jesus Christ, you residual fuck
You can die inside of my sub-terrorist plot
You can hide from my decline, you swear that it's not
What you said it was, what you said is only what you say you want
A megalomaniacal diabolic motherfucker
And account for the fact that I don't feel anything
Sometimes my sanity slips out of focus
Sometimes reality hits just to scold us
And I'll slip again, oh!
Do as I say, and not as you see
I am a product of all those around me
There was a motive to rip me apart
There was a vision for something I'm not
There was a weapon to contain the mundane
And paint an image of a psychopathic membrane
Do as I say, and all that you see
Makes me a victim of what you claim to be!
A megalomaniacal diabolic motherfucker
And account for the fact that I don't feel anything
Sometimes my sanity slips out of focus
Sometimes reality hits just to scold us
No
Hits just to scold us
No, haha!
Hold, hold
Now drop it!
Yeah
Are you ready?
Fuck it
Yeah
The rain pours but my face was already wet
Come on closer if it's tears or blood or sweat
The glass cracks through the rage I feel alone
The city burns as if something to condone
As I waited for the gods to come to life
I felt a decadence in all that you call right
I felt an impulse for the throat and how it bled
For the bullshit system I've been fed
Bullshit I've been fed
Born to die, Undermine
What I do, What am I
Keep it up, See it cry
Time to bring the hate alive
Is it real, Is it mine
See it once, Let it die
Thanks for nothing motherfucker, underneath your skin am I?
Jesus Christ, you residual fuck
You can die inside of my sub-terrorist plot
You can hide from my decline, you swear that it's not
What you said it was, what you said is only what you say you want
A megalomaniacal diabolic motherfucker
And account for the fact that I don't feel anything
Sometimes my sanity slips out of focus
Sometimes reality hits just to scold us
And I'll slip again, oh!
Do as I say, and not as you see
I am a product of all those around me
There was a motive to rip me apart
There was a vision for something I'm not
There was a weapon to contain the mundane
And paint an image of a psychopathic membrane
Do as I say, and all that you see
Makes me a victim of what you claim to be!
A megalomaniacal diabolic motherfucker
And account for the fact that I don't feel anything
Sometimes my sanity slips out of focus
Sometimes reality hits just to scold us
No
Hits just to scold us
No, haha!
Hold, hold
Now drop it!
Yeah
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