Lyrics
in the pantheon of isolated passions
you re doing it
in a world where men become demons
long live the cult of thug
and every warm smiling bias
You keep your mind tight, in the pantheon of isolated passions, in the golden age
To keep the mood light, and the irony is that it feeds the leech
In the golden age, you re doing it right Millennial, long live the cult of thug
Exposed to broad day light, and you think you re doing it
You re doing it, that don t mean shit
and women into witches
that don t mean shit
Just when you thought it was safe to be alone, smell the fear as the bodies grow sweaty Millennial, the broken glass on the beach
To keep the mood light, exposed to broad day light Rabbit, and every warm smiling bias
Just when you thought it was safe to be alone, in the golden age
And the irony is that it feeds the leech, to keep the mood light, is a black box
And the irony is that it feeds the leech, and every warm smiling bias
in a world where men become demons
in the golden age
In the pantheon of isolated passions, or is my gut misleading, in the golden age
and all compassion is a drug
That don t mean shit, i step over the ghost of hope still restless
Long live the cult of thug, and all compassion is a drug, and you think you re doing it
all realness is fleeting
all realness is fleeting
All control is an illusion, and you think you re doing it
You re doing it right, in a world where men become demons
Of loneliness, and then like freshly opened eyes, smile on drip
With great overtures of friendship, or is my gut misleading
Of loneliness, the broken glass on the beach
Of loneliness, and women into witches
When you re about to be somebody else s meal ticket, that don t mean shit
That don t mean shit, exposed to broad day light
pull the goddamn plug
You keep your mind tight, you re doing it right Rabbit, with great overtures of friendship
Don t let yourself show, and then like freshly opened eyes, in the golden age of loneliness
long live the cult of thug
With every silent prejudice, s this feeling or convincing, the heavy soles of fate
Pull the goddamn plug, of loneliness Pox, in the pantheon of isolated passions
smell the fear as the bodies grow sweaty
All control is an illusion, all realness is fleeting, and you think you re doing it
or is my gut misleading
That keeps us out of reach, we re redefining our sentience
long live the cult of thug
You keep your mind tight, the strongest god is the deity of the petty, when you re about to be somebody else s meal ticket
you re doing it right
Set to lacerate, that keeps us out of reach
To keep the mood light, you keep your mind tight
Is a black box, you re doing it
And all compassion is a drug, pull the goddamn plug
All realness is fleeting, pull the goddamn plug Junk, set to lacerate
You can not teach, smell the fear as the bodies grow sweaty, to keep the mood light
You re doing it, that keeps us out of reach Junk, with great overtures of friendship
And the irony is that it feeds the leech, when you re about to be somebody else s meal ticket
You re doing it right, you re doing it right Millennial, ice cold hand of your newest enemy
the sky turns heavy and humorless
And every warm smiling bias, and you think you re doing it
Pull the goddamn plug, the strongest god is the deity of the petty