Bullet Club

[Verse 1]
I don't know the score no more
Run up in this bitch with the home made c4
Not for a protest or because I'm mad
Just because life's a bore
More often than not
I'm aware that I lost the plot
Maybe I’ll make it on CNN
I’m worth the ratings
Or maybe I’ll just blend in
Do my shit in the dark
Know what I'm saying

[Verse 2]
A little razzle dazzle
For the peasants and chattel
You write the songs to make the whole world sing
I'll build the bombs to make the whole world sink
Or the oceans rise
Babies first Manhattan Project
Yojimbo in the gutter
Play 'em against
One another
It ain't much of an accident
At home with the nihilist set

[Verse 3]
Here's a clandestine lesson
You won't get a vigil 'til you become a victim
No one cares about your misery or your sickness
Or symptoms til it's too late
If you got a problem only you can solve them
So why play it straight?
And you the third estate
What is the third estate?
Everything
Or that's what they'd have you think
Yet they hold you in disdain
But in our hands is their fate
So cut to the chase and burn down city hall today
They say the grass is always greener on the other side of fence
But that's nonsense
That's bitchshit and that's nonsense
Ask yourself who built the fucking fence
And who's creating the segments?
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