These lizards, snakes, and bees They will become dead enemies. I vault and roll on mountain-tops My power grows, I never stop. I plunge my sword into your chest and you explode into bones. Viking blood courses through my veins as I trample your remains. By Thor’s command, I rampage on One moment you live, the same you’re gone. My shield, so fucking strong, My helmet, drenched in blood I throw a spear right through your neck And you explode into bones. I have complete control. I’ve become unstoppable. I herald your demise These hands gouge out your eyes Next. Level. Strats. You explode. Into bones.

Sometimes the weeks are killin’ me The weekend’s far from where you are and I can’t even sleep. Hold onto me Don’t even breathe We’re runnin’ on a midnight train to primal ecstacy Let’s rock all night Let’s take the day The desert sun is beating down while we’ve got time to play I take a stab You tackle me Both of us are fighting just to put ourselves to sleep. And I know it’s not too far away Let's party. I like to party You like to party But ain’t no celebratin’ until one of us is dead We saddle up And we throw down This party ends when one of us is six feet underground We go real hard We drawing blood The night sky catches shouts of pain as droplets turn to floods I swing at you You swipe at me There’s no thing I’d rather do or place I’d rather be. I’m tastin’ blood I’m breakin’ skin We’re losin’ teeth and breaking bones and only minutes in. But that’s okay We’ve got all day I’m feeling feint but still awake enough to hold a blade I know your death’s not too far away Let's party I like to party You like to party But ain’t no celebratin’ until one of us is dead We saddle up And we throw down This party ends when one of us is six feet underground Got party favors that we call knives We’re playing pin the tail and we’re both playin’ with our lives We’re runnin’ dry We’re gonna die If anything we know it’s that we know we’re born to fight. Let's party (Yeah) I like to party You like to party But ain’t no celebratin’ until one of us is dead We saddle up And we throw down This party ends when one of us is six feet underground Yeah! Oh! Yeah I like to party, Yeah I killed somebody Yeah! Oh! Yeah I like to party, Yeah, I killed somebody Yeah!

I will follow you into the depths of hell And see to it that you are Satan's bitch A flood of blood and entrails will fill my longing needs You should have been more careful You should have stayed away. From Denny’s The Devil's restaurant I was once a purposeful man And now just a shallow husk lacking reason or restraint A sensation of coldness washed over me As my vision began to blacken I could feel the sweet relief of death smother my senses And thus I was forced into none but a singular choice I chose to order the Bacon Slamburger Grease Followed by shit Followed by blood A flood of blood A toilet explosion A bathroom session to shake the heavens My lower half rips from fiery shits. And now you’re here you shall suffer as I have suffered. Prepare the Slamburger.

"Hello?" "Hey! Can I park here?" "Why?" Bring your car down, let's park! "Here's a good one" "I found one, too!" "There's one for him" "Here's one for you" "Yeah!" "Thanks!"

Pull up in my car, chariot of vanity Mercedes in black, I park with tyranny I can’t park on curbs marked with red So I’ll park above your corpse instead Tire tracks will draw the line from me to you My exhaust burns black, fog for the destitute I shatter headstones, obliterating epitaphs Your survivors paid for parking on my behalf I will park upon your grave Your coffin cripples under the weight Skin decaying, shattered bones My name etched on your headstone Just so you know I park here. I pay no fees, the graveyard is free Only until someone catches me But even if my car is towed My bike will have a place to go Your grave is just an empty place and I could really use the space Your spirit in torment forever awake when I pull my parking brake I will park upon your grave Your coffin cripples under the weight Skin decaying, shattered bones My name etched on your headstone Just so you know I park here... For free Cemetary Has no fees I will park here FOREVER THANKS

Between the left, the right wings, all I wanna do is clip ‘em We’re living under a fucked up system The laymen and workers don’t know so they can’t fix ‘em Nothing is working the way that it should Live free or die? I’d rather die in the places that skew voting in races for political nations It don’t matter either way, inauguration day, they’re full of hollow promises to bring about change Nobody cares about your age, your race, your past. We’re gettin’ blasted in the ass (x4) Yeah. Whatchu know about that, sucka? The Movement’s in motion! Don’t vote, you’ll only give them all the power and when time comes, you can’t move the man from his tower They’re crackin’ down on those who don’t deserve it The system seems to work for those who can afford it. We’re paying bills that we never got the notice for, Our eviction, Uncle Sam, the landlord Raise the rent, and put stops to city hoppers poppin’ off the landlock they say "doesn’t exist" They’re preaching change about the ways we can’t and won’t repeat the past And then they blast us in the ass We’re gettin’ blasted in the ass (x3) "We are sick, we are tired of these politicians and their promises of a better life They win our favor, and blast us in the ass they win our votes, and blast us in the ass Today, we say no to these injustices, we say goodbye to these cruelties, We stand up to the government and say 'NO' to voting" Get up, get out, get to it, don’t vote (x4) We're gettin' blasted in the ass (x4) Fuck that, I’ll never kneel I don’t care, I won’t vote Until I know what’s real

I will stab your children, and give them back to you in a bag I will burn your house down and give it back to you in a bag I will set your wife on fire. She will be sent to you in a bag I will shove your dad into a mower and empty out the bag INTERCOM: "A notice to all employees, please wash your hands before bagging any bags. Customers, there's a sale on aisle seven thank you so much for shopping at bag mart, and have a nice day" CASHIER: "Hey, I can help you over here! How's it goin'? Oh that's great. Yeah! I hope your day's been great!" BAG BOY: "... Paper or plastic?" I will crush your financial stability, and give it back to you in a bag I will take away your psychological well-being, and hide it away in a bag I will bag your bags into a bag, and give them back to you, in a bag I will kill your future and give it back to you in a bag

You know they call me the sugar beater ‘Cause when I charm you, nothing is sweeter I’d love to cover you in affection My love is sweeter than any confection You know I’ll be there to fix any wounds I’ll cover you up in a loving cocoon. Sugar beater, they call me the sugar beater Nothing sweeter than gettin’ sweet with the sugar beater So sweet that it’ll give you the blues Sugar baby lemme be the one to treat you Sugar beater, I’m saving something sweet for later Nothing sweeter than spendin’ time with my sweet potata So sweet Willy Wonka might sue Sugar baby, lemme be the one to treat you Know that you’re the only one for me I love you death, almost literally But I got you and that’s all I need, Don’t look at me, you’ve got diabetes Your pancreas will cover you But I cannot say I’m Atkins approved! Sugar beater, they call me the sugar beater Nothing sweeter than gettin’ sweet with the sugar beater So sweet that it’ll give you the blues Sugar baby lemme be the one to treat you Sugar beater, I’m saving something sweet for later Nothing sweeter than spendin’ time with my sweet potata So sweet four out of five don’t approve Sugar baby, dentists say you got a sweet tooth And every day that I’m away Sweetness fills the empty space A little fudge to put you out and elevate me to that place But don’t you know that I love you I hope that will always shine through I’m so sweet and you’re my sweetie Early onset diabetes Sugar Beater Nothing Sweeter Spill it Out Sugar beater, they call me the sugar beater Nothing sweeter than gettin’ sweet with the sugar beater So sweet that it’ll give you the blues Sugar baby lemme be the one to treat you Sugar beater, I’m saving something sweet for later Nothing sweeter than spendin’ time with my sweet potata So sweet Willy Wonka might sue Sugar baby, lemme be the one to treat you Mmm yeah, that's right. Twizzlers Starburst Shock Tarts Peppermint Patties Sour gummy worms We're talkin' Nutty Bars Swiss Cake Rolls Cosmic Brownies Star Crunch You put 'em all together, and you get me Little Debbie get the fuck outta the way I'm the sugar beater

Becoming fond of acting as a husk A shambling mess of limbs and tissue Devoid of sense or purpose, I beg A life without a proud existence I am a soul without a host A saint with lack of parish My spirit forever vagrant That’s why I’m digging through your trash My will has faltered, my body follows An empty shell that has fully hollowed Eternal punishment, an endless drought Shoveling marinara into my mouth I am a shell looking for hope Or change, if you can spare it My pockets are rather barren That’s why I’m eating from your trash Without a clue, this soap stains my teeth deep blue I lack a reason, I think this sawdust will give good season The Gods have forsaken me I’ll suck your dick if it means I get ice cream I’m a damned soul

When days are long and your life is trouble And you know it keeps you down When you feel no sense of purpose Just like a drifter in this town You make mistakes, and troubles are many All made better with more days Deal with the problems life is sending All you’ve got to do is pray PASTOR: "That's right my friends! We’ve all made mistakes! But we have been made in his image. We're all here to be made better by our lord savior father god dad man. His name is Reggie and he lives behind the Taco Time. I am here to spread his wisdom" I killed a man (he killed a man) I killed a man (he killed a man) I shot him dead in his face I killed a man (shot in the face) I have a plan (lord’s got a plan) I have a plan (lord’s got a plan) to burn this church down a week from now I have a plan (burn that shit down) No matter what you know it’s nothin’ but a thrill look like an accident when we know it was for real because it’s insured as hell PASTOR: "That’s right boys and girls, it is, in fact, insured. We could burn it down maybe seven, eight times before Uncle Sam takes real notice. But I’ll tell you what, that’s not the only way to get money, no sir, no sir. The lord Reggie has imparted his wisdom, and here it is: " I steal from kids (he steals from kids) I steal from kids (he steals from kids) I do the good ol’ switcheroo I steal from kids (those little shits) pray he forgives (he will forgive) pray he forgives (he will forgive) because I know that in the end he will forgive (you know he did) Each theft you make will bring you closer to the lord Stop by the Taco Time on Sunday if you’re bored Because he’s who we live for

Welcome to my mausoleum Corpses rife with cavities Gaze at the walls and watch them bleed Limbs and torsos line the cellars Gather up your umbrellas The chandeliers cascade red from above There is no hope No great escape You will be trapped This is your fate Don’t mind the corpses piled high The smell isn’t the best You’ll be here until you die You disgusting, mortal wretch You disgusting mortal wretch (x2) And here you thought you could intrude Entropic house will feed from you The floor is painted red As your blood becomes your bed I’ve nothing more to say Watch your skin wither away And as you draw your final breath Your legs contort and bend You look at me and wonder why You’ve met with such an end.

I will carry the weight The weight of the world I will not abate because I am stronger than gods my shoulders abroad will shoulder the weight. Here, no purpose for me I lift up the world forever fatigued I suffer crippling demand humanity’s mass the burden of man ATLAS: "I struggled, and for a moment I felt the freedom of that weight lifted from my shoulders as a sweet release. As quickly as it left, it returned, the existence of millions weighing me down, crippling me as I fought to hold it together. Every thought, a straw onto an boundless heap, ensuring that I soon would falter, every action, a larger burden placed on me by those I knew not of, but those I had to support. I bore everything, and in that moment I stood firm. But there was is nothing left to bear..." My shackles shall fall And so will you all Torn, Im battered and bruised my will is undone I’ve no room to choose But I must do what I can they will understand the shackles are loose