Mangled Hyena

You had it coming Contradict yourself Don't f*ck on your deathbed Stop living like someone else I'm not worried, the world is I'm not worried the world is a product of people like you You paid for this You're just a part of the cult You sick son of a bitch Model your morals on blind opinions of new summer looks Murder your only son He's just doing blow and arguing ethics with line cooks The big city is a grey, grey place The big city is a grey, grey place But you know the the small towns are colder I am not the one who will carry weight