Hookers & Genocide

i want to bang my head against the wall 
because life’s a cartoon 
fires in the streets 
protest signs with all talk and no action 
bitch, weed and cocaine 
Charlie’s Kirk wife is on her WWE tour 
his base is rushing to Grinder 
Trump just started World War 3 
and Chuck just wrote him a strongly worded letter 
so where do i fit in? 
revolution’s for the kids 
i see faces 
i see friends of mine 
ones who believe in some sick shit 
and sometimes i think 
we’re no different  
maybe this is hell  
maybe I’ve died and went 6 feet… and beyond 

it is pain 
it is insane 
i don’t want to live another day 
my body aches 
i need sleep 
i need sex 
i need to fall apart 
BeCaUsE tHiS sCrEaM iN mY hEaD wOn’T qUiT!! 
i had a dream 
like Martin Luther King 
but in my dream 
everyone was dead but me 
blood everywhere 
and i didn’t even care 
i think… i think way too often 
will this be the day i die? 
shouldn’t i be doing more? 
should i be fighting for the future? 
should i be like everybody else 
and just shut my fucking mouth 

these are the worst days of our lives 
kkk and nazi’s own the nation 
they told us we were the boss 
then turned around to laugh 
taking our cash 
spending it on hookers and genocide 
when you are president they just let you do it 
shouldn’t it be wrong to fuck children? 
MAGA doesn’t think so 
but don’t dare speak your mind 
ICE is packing 
aiming for the mother who refuses to comply 
she had more balls then most you mother fuckers 
and i think 
where the fuck is God(?)† 
maybe he left us long ago 
or maybe he’s here in my home 
saying don’t go 
it’s crazy out there