"Violent Astrology" lyrics
God particle midlife crisis machine
And such expensive misery
You will be judged for your boardwalk proclivities
I'll follow you out to the
Sun and chase
You to believe
That this world
Is out to get you
When I see an American flag
I don't feel a fucking thing even if it's half mast
But where you foam at the mouth, you foam all
There's a stick shift of progress and pride and it's going to one
You're not John Wick
You LARPing fuck
You want your Die Hard
But the trigger's stuck
(Pick it up, pick it up)
You wanna know what I keep from you?
You wanna know the bastard who sent me?
Then point at your own sky
And I'll roundhouse that answer
Supercollider
Crippler
Fame (I'd like to thank the academy)
Fake (I love your hair, oh my god)
Zenith (This summer)
Teeth
Seven (Because seven ate nine)
Moon (That's no moon)
It is not until you are dying of heat stroke
That you will admit that the Earth is round
Me and Satan
Me and St. Helen
Taking a spacewalk
On spent soil
Passing the light to its rightful receiver
Bury your AR-15 so the drones overhead can't find it
Don't force-feed my family
On your own time
In the statue engravings on your popcorn past
Bastion of the interruption
This could be your next pivot
So you can call me anytime
And tell me I'm wrong about
Teachings and practice
Verses and scripture
Falling in love with
Morals and progress
Your punisher skull on your Ford and your Facebook wall
Everything you share is to reinforce your worldview
No one will muzzle you like I will with my own bare hands
Hoo-rah
Semper Fi
Where we go one
We fuck off
Spaced out and endangered
Disrespected and distanced
Every pistol from the morning of the 25th will go off
At the sight of the white grizzly
This is how we ruin the namesake
A model home drinking from a firehose
Evidence numbers on all your possessions
It didn't have to be like this
You didn't have to embarrass us
And such expensive misery
You will be judged for your boardwalk proclivities
I'll follow you out to the
Sun and chase
You to believe
That this world
Is out to get you
When I see an American flag
I don't feel a fucking thing even if it's half mast
But where you foam at the mouth, you foam all
There's a stick shift of progress and pride and it's going to one
You're not John Wick
You LARPing fuck
You want your Die Hard
But the trigger's stuck
(Pick it up, pick it up)
You wanna know what I keep from you?
You wanna know the bastard who sent me?
Then point at your own sky
And I'll roundhouse that answer
Supercollider
Crippler
Fame (I'd like to thank the academy)
Fake (I love your hair, oh my god)
Zenith (This summer)
Teeth
Seven (Because seven ate nine)
Moon (That's no moon)
It is not until you are dying of heat stroke
That you will admit that the Earth is round
Me and Satan
Me and St. Helen
Taking a spacewalk
On spent soil
Passing the light to its rightful receiver
Bury your AR-15 so the drones overhead can't find it
Don't force-feed my family
On your own time
In the statue engravings on your popcorn past
Bastion of the interruption
This could be your next pivot
So you can call me anytime
And tell me I'm wrong about
Teachings and practice
Verses and scripture
Falling in love with
Morals and progress
Your punisher skull on your Ford and your Facebook wall
Everything you share is to reinforce your worldview
No one will muzzle you like I will with my own bare hands
Hoo-rah
Semper Fi
Where we go one
We fuck off
Spaced out and endangered
Disrespected and distanced
Every pistol from the morning of the 25th will go off
At the sight of the white grizzly
This is how we ruin the namesake
A model home drinking from a firehose
Evidence numbers on all your possessions
It didn't have to be like this
You didn't have to embarrass us
Writer(s): Carson Pace
