March of the Trig

Been facing a lot of the disaster I wrote out Chasing, distraught and a master of colds now I bought myself a trigger just to envy the pull clout I can't believe I'm bigger than my emptiness knows now Try to find a reason just to cut it out Try to find my season just to run around Bye to all my demons, they hide back and shout F*ck you and your disaster, sir You got me up a fucking tree I'm leaving I'm done with this all of this mindless receiving You got me up a fucking tree I'm leaving I'm done with this all of this mindless receiving Cut me open like a Taylor Swift greeting card Blood is boiling from my subconscious fleeting hard Death is trill but you can't get back what you bought I'm for real when I say the shit's peeled and caught The fishes cry for a new September The humans cry for a fucking flavor The earth weeps for earning profit, your god No more prophets when the money buys what you want You got me up a fucking tree I'm leaving I'm done with this all of this mindless receiving You got me up a fucking tree I'm leaving I'm done with this all of this mindless receiving The money's fake as f*ck Cue disaster, you can't shake what you want You're a master of stab and shake till stuck Only master is burning at your guts Cue disaster, you're finding Forrest Gump You're a master of throwing out your haunts I'm just plastering the walls with fiction lumps I'll erase you when I get what I want You got me up a fucking tree I'm leaving I'm done with this all of this mindless receiving You got me up a fucking tree I'm leaving I'm done with this all of this mindless receiving