Bathroom mirror he'll be practicing the murderface
With a union jack, defaced and tagged it with a circle A
That squeaky clean is just a lack of shit to perpetrate
A cataclysmic circle-jerking shattering his vertebrae
Patent melodrama with a pack of melatonin pills
Capped with belladonna while he shatters his Achilles heel
Tell 'em how you really feel, trynna act mysterious
Leather jacket Byron that they taking half as serious
It ain't a factor period, tip of the iceberg
Sending out signals in an intricate cypher
Distress code, black ink, lax dress code
Depeche Mode lyrics next to sketches of Sinestro
Let's go, backpack strapped and he takes the bus
Mask of acne from the half sweet hazelnut
Swiss army blade is tucked, broken but he taped it up
To bootleg tapes of viking gods inhaling angel dust
"They say it's just a phase, understand that it's a movement!"
Twenty-twenty hindsight, and god damn that shit was stupid
