What's it like to be a marble?

Did I get something in your eye?

She's a referee, and I'm lethally 

Overdosed on pumpkin pie

Yes the future is mount delicious son

But the leaf changes forms continuum 

My destiny is calling me, it says

Jon Mess you should own a gun



Feel the room filling up with smoke

Billowing, billowing up, holding on for the worst, rise above



Can I get a piece of that? 

Uniquely post relapse

The quota and balancing act

Can I get a piece of that?



I'm all run down

I need more in my veins

So let's open fire 

The whispers start to drill

The pain of second place



What's it like to be an atheist?

Are you okay with suicide?

Well it's baffling that my ears can bleed 

When I see your domestic thighs

Yes the future is kush and bubblegum 

But I prefer wood to linoleum 

My destiny is calling me, it says

You'll be fine if you take some Tums



I'm letting out, well I feel that I've dropped it all,

I'm letting out, well I feel that I've rushed it,



I'm all run down

I need more in my veins

So let's open fire 

The whispers start to drill

The pain of second place



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I'm angry, believe it, I need this just as much as you