WTD?

Some of us are gonna die
Faster than the other guys
Ones I thought shoulda been shining my shoes
That's how a gamble's gamed
Real until it's razed away forcibly
Descend from ladder to chute
And call that a truce
So high, quite low, mid-range
Domains you control, "drink me, shrink down
Make a toast to the loss, you allowed it

And if I've had enough of flora and fauna
Then what is the drama?
Hold me close 'til the next year's trauma
What is the drama?

Wish I had said something
But we can't go back in time
Goons waltz in wearing shit-kicking grins
Without reason, without cadence
So, we're gonna die
Faster than our fathers make crime out of fiction
A silent cohesion, less paranoia, more progress

And if I've had enough of flora and fauna
Then what is the drama?
Hold me close 'til the next year's trauma
What is the drama?

Ha-ha, unknowns derange me
But I make it my own and own up, get down
This is happening 'cause you allowed it

That's enough of flora, fauna
What is the drama?

You were splayed for the valet
A cap gun on ya
Had enough of flora and fauna
Now put your hands where I could see 'em
Is there any drama?
What is the drama?

Had enough of flora and fauna
What is the drama?
Hold me close 'til the next year's trauma
What is the drama?
Had enough of flora and fauna
What is the drama?
Hold me close 'til the next year's trauma
What is the drama?