Oak God

Commence your cryostate self-preservation
While I waste away in the landfill you’ve claimed before my home
I would blow out my brians, I would choke my own heart
To clean your soaking dust from the soles of my boots
And speaking of souls, how much is left of your spiritual side, you ungrateful
fucks?
I know you’ll be dead long before I’m gone
But I’ll spit on your grave with every single song
You better do it if it pays the rent, dick
Cause you don’t even know what you consider sacred anymore
We’re called to duty by our weapons contracts
And front the bills to be locked up in a jail cell
In two hundred years they’ll thaw me out
Pack me up and ship me off so I can fight their war
I’ll catch a bullet in the neck and return to the states
But not before they confiscate my fucking shoes at the airport
From the wolves all seated adjacent
Lights out
Lights out, motherfucker
Can you see me? I’m coming
Lock your fucking doors cause I’m bringing hell
I finally found the sun tonight
But she died long before we burned away the sky
And years will pass us by, our truth becomes our lie
We were so wrong to believe at all
But now we know
She’ll find her way back to the light
Find her way back to the light, and quietly begin again
She’ll sing her song again
And years will pass us by, our truth becomes our lie
We were so wrong to believe at all
I got one more for you
Clean up that fucking mess that you made in the gulf
You think I’m buying this shit for nothing?
I need to poison myself in that ocean
We got a price on our heads, so thank god for the deficit