​macrorevolution lyrics

[Intro]
Everything now, we must assume is in our hands
We have no right to assume otherwise

Art is a conversation
Art is a conversation
So what can I add to the conversation?

[Verse 1]
f*ck it, this, that, essence of the weeds
Off the chronic, I reflect on the disease
Some illness forever whether body or mind, I'm a broken record
For the record, I ain't holding sh*t back, that lil' homewrecker wasn't me
f*cking please, I can tell it don't hit you the way it f*cking does for me
I'll f*ck it up for free, it isn't fair but every promise doesn't keep
Can't count on them like a stub or the bud
Somethin' isn't there but I can feel it where it was
Taxes on our home that go ripping theirs to dust
These theocrats have crippled us enough
Thorn in our sides, front martyr but would never have their guts spilled
I've spoken to the cycles and that's how I got that stuck feel
I've heard from hermits we've been balanced on our bum wheel
A sh*tty game to lead the neighbours, letting mud heal
Cops be huntin' accidents, they seeing men as bucks still, we madly in love with it
Like, touch my capital and I need capital punishment, I have to see blood
Tell these territory lockers that's what has to be done
There's still gas to be burnt. you can't hash it with us, burn on your own time
f*ck you and your problems, b*tch I own mine, you don't need my cosign
I ain't nobody nowhere no why and you should know why, I'm past that
That's the motherf*cking past, jack
[Outro]
Who do I sound like?
Nah, nah, who do I sound like?
Who do I sound like?
Who do I sound like?