Lyrics

Turn the fascists into ashes Snuff out their light Colonel Kurtz is at your service He's thirsty and creeping hard Drag trash down the boulevard Make it a graveyard Turn your laces into veins, and cut them You're dim and small Keep your eyes on the danger, it will carve you up This ain't the world that I came from so I'm taking off I'm moving onto to crueler pleasures, empty gestures And when I crawl, I'll cut the reins and act my age But if I feel so inclined I may just hesitate One way is a blasting off, the other blows apart I feel it either way, I feel it in my way Drag yourself until you'rе scarred Been there and been caught off guard Bouquеt sitting in an ashtray Bad batch of DNA There's a thousand bursts of anger growing in my chest There are meteors exploding and I'm not my better self- Imposed, real psychosis the kind you may be looking for It sheds its outer layers, it amplifies the pump and dump I feel it resonate, I feel it in my way Bouquet sitting in an ashtray Bad batch of DNA Bad batch of DNA Bad batch of DNA Bad batch of DNA