(( We've got trigger warnings for: Death mention (self-inflicted and general), gun & self-harm mention and death ideation in verse 3. they're brief but please be careful! + Headphone warning, this may be a bit loud ))
[VERSE 1]
You, look at me now
With those hollow eye sockets and smile
And it seems all a lie, what they’ve told me so far
And you, show me that life
Isn’t all about extending your time
No, it’s the perfect time for a bottle of wine
[VERSE 2]
And why, do I still care?
About all who might recall me
For everything dies, so does memory
And why, am I still surprised?
About all who pray their sins away
Aren't they too a part of this grand ballet
[CHORUS]
When time occurs
Don’t make it right,
Don’t make me right
It’s me to decide
This or that side
This or that side
[VERSE 3]
Death, suits you dear sir
Like a beautiful coat but then without all the fur
I wonder would it fit me? What do you think I'd prefer?
You know some people ’d rather not exist
They put a gun to the heart or a knife to the wrist
We ought to think they aren’t smart
It could be something I missed
[VERSE 4]
Right then, she kisses my skin
I don’t know what this is or where to begin
This fills me up with bliss, don’t tell me this was a dream
And she, shows me that life
Isn’t all about explaining your time
No, it’s the perfect time to lay all night
[CHORUS]
When time occurs
Don’t make it right
Don’t make me right
It’s me to decide
This or that side
I need your word
Leave it aside
Just don’t make me right
It’s me to decide
This or that side
This or that side
This or that side
[OUTRO]
You, look at me now
With that burning cigar hanging out of your mouth
And it seems all a lie, what they've told me so far
were dropping sick conspiracies out here like you wouldnt believe man
when are we doing a boston tea party
except its like a can town cake party
or well it would also be a tea party dont they serve cake at those?
fuck if i know
anyway enjoy
lyrics under the cut
Strange time we're living in, panic and hysteria
Poor man learn the rich man don't care for ya
Narcissist mindsets spread like malaria
(DS: OBAMA)
Sit back and watch the show, America!
Earth C split through fickle shit
A government of hypocrites
These Crocker-picked politicians sit
In parliament, not adequate
Needlessly bleeding resources all dry
Turn a blind eye if it means a pay rise
"Oh what a shame it would be I would die"
If Crockercorp factories burned in a fire
Only joking, only messing, don't be stressing
I'm a peaceful adolescent, there's no need to be unpleasant
Write my thesis in a rhyme scheme
To analyse the brain
While my fingers on the trigger of a money game
Oh rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisoning the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
Money is a game and the ladder we climb
Turns a saint into a sinner with his finger in crime
I'll break it down for you motherfuckers line by line
This is business economics in a nursery rhyme
She sells seashells on a seashore
But the value of these shells will fall
Due to the laws of supply and demand
No one wants to buy shells 'cause there's loads on the sand
Step one, you must create a sense of scarcity
Shells will sell much better if the people think they're rare, you see
Bear with me, take as many shells as you can find and hide 'em
On an island stockpile 'em high until they're rarer than a diamond
Step two, you gotta make the people think that they want 'em
Really want 'em, really fuckin' want 'em, hit 'em like Bronson
Influencers, product placement, featured prime time entertainment
If you haven't got a shell then you're just a fucking wasteman
Three, it's monopoly, invest inside some property
Start a corporation, make a logo, do it properly
"Shells must sell", that will be your new philosophy
Swallow all your morals, they're a poor man's quality
Five, why just shells?
Why limit your self? She sells seashells, sell oil as well!
Six, guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds
Sell rocks, sell water to a fish, sell the time to a clock
Seven, press on the gas, take your foot off the brakes
Run to be the president of the United States
Eight, big smile mate, big wave that's great
Now the truth is overrated, tell lies out the gate
Nine, polarize the people, controversy is the game
It don't matter if they hate you if they all say your name
Ten, the world is yours
Step out on a stage to a round of applause
You're a liar, a cheat, a devil, a whore
And you sell seashells on the seashore
Rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisoning the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
