You want to know just like before
Well I don't really think you need our fucking explanation
For how we read and how we write
Too much of that is a social abomination

And death becomes your one reality
It's outta my hand what you think of me
Let's rip down this enterprise so

Why don't we wrong the right

Take two steps back and three more forward fuck
All your lie and this bitch I can't afford
Too much is gone its such a waste
Too much of that now I fucking lost my taste