TONY:
We live in safe houses
Never speaking out loud
All our plans are laid on paper
And the makers disavowed
They call us traitors
Fatal if we’re figured out
Strangled by the nation
We make bombs in our house
And fight Bradburyian firemen
With a fire inside us
And the cinders rise lighter
Than environments tired
To retire is sipping cyanide
Tapped through the wires
Rather fucking explode
Than perspire desires

We’ve got acquired taste for fertilizer
Serving our ire
Murders are turbulence
We use to burn silence
There’s truth behind violence
They don’t want you to find it
If you sell your soul for rubles
We’ll get brutal in defiance
We sip molotovs
In the bars that confine us
They put drinks in our hands
Dro used to keep us quiet
Made one mistake
Booze blows when ignited
So we took our little pilot lights
Incited bigger riots
No ski masks
We some fitted cap militants
Criminals indifferent
To civilians living ignorant
They stuff themselves with novacaine
To cope with pain and slow their brains
They cuff themselves with polled charades
To pose parades
Too broke to save
We’re not afraid to pull blades
To break states, you gotta break a few eggs
So we stay with AKs
Spray tracers at heads
Pardon the mess
But we can’t just lay in our deathbeds

GUANTE:
And I just want to go home
But my home is haunted
My heart is weak
Feel a little spill out every time that I speak (speak on it)
I just want to go home
But my home is haunted
It’s like 21 and a Wake Up
Waking up to the inside of a coffin

I can’t call it (I can’t call it)
I can’t call it (No, I can’t call it)
I just want to go home
But the ghosts ain’t talkin
Nobody’s talkin
Feel like I’m fallin
Feel like I’m fallin
Feel like I’m fallin
Feel like I’m fallin

TONY:
But bloodstains linger in my fingertips
And lips don’t forget the taste of innocence
The scent of pure fear is unforgettable
I’ve seen every schoolyard can be a killing field
And you hear the cries of dying children
Knowing you put the bomb in the building
But I swear to god I’m not the villain here
I just can’t live my life sitting still in fear
Even moses told slaves kill sheep
So I murder infants who still asleep
I can’t care if I’m slaughtering their dreams
Wounds cauterize, end’s worth the means
Sometimes to kill disease you gotta scheme
And amputate the dead limbs with gangrene
I refuse to worship at any idol’s feet
So we preach in IEDs and gasoline

Collateral damage is a vow to insanity
A phantom that they champion
to damn us more radically
But I will canvas the mansions
abandon humanity
Before I let these kings
Hold me ransom and vanish me
Where there’s fire there’s smoke
Hold a candle to vanities
Quote the smoke signals
to the proles with profanity
Kill people, burn shit, fuck schools
And all the tools they use to keep you from truth
Cut your heart out in the booth
If you keep it in your chest its no use
Stop counting sheep and slit throats
Plebeians screaming for the kings to get ghost
Abandon reality, we don’t fucking watch thrones
We will rebuild the factories with bones
So fuck it, if you really think the cause is worth headstones
Quit making music, wear bombs ‘stead of headphones

GUANTE:
And I just want to go home
But my home is haunted
My heart is weak
Feel a little spill out every time that I speak (speak on it)
I just want to go home
But my home is haunted
It’s like 21 and a Wake Up
Waking up to the inside of a coffin

I can’t call it (I can’t call it)
I can’t call it (No, I can’t call it)
I just want to go home
But the ghosts ain’t talkin
Nobody’s talkin
Feel like I’m fallin
Feel like I’m fallin
Feel like I’m fallin
Feel like I’m fallin

TONY:
So fuck it, if you really think the cause is worth headstones
Quit making music, wear bombs stead of headphones