April Fools Day

Symptoms manifested, you must be tested
Opportunism from a beast of minimal hate
But I was a devil without a cause and a killer among thieves
Everybody has a secret safe

To perpetrate betrayal in progress
Try to put your money where your mouth is
Sensitivity replaced

By the mouthwatering taste of superficial expectations
Sporadically placed in every single syllable
In the presence of a genius, I'm shell-shocked

Designed for spectators only
Proceed with unholy mire
Stupid and fucking pointless desire

Opportunism fuck, you must be wasted
We're not supposed to be the beasts of maximum death and hate
Circles of friends lie over the fuckin' rainbow
But it makes so much sense to be dead

And so tasteful sinners blend repent and forgiveness
Forlorn is the face of deceit that can't prosper in-human form
Because I don't believe in shit
After all, 'tis the season for treason



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Vincent Izzi, Brian Gardner, Tim Donovan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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