RANDOM ACTS OF VIOLENCE

I have been told I am an animal.

I think maybe they’re right.

We’ve got to spread the word around,

so let’s start causing

random acts of violence.

Is being me considered damnable?

I think maybe it might.

We’ve got to spread the word around,

so let’s start causing

random acts of violence.

So guzzle the kool aid.

Force it down.

And trust that you’re finally safe and sound.

Watch your congregation drop like flies.

Thank god that a paradise for you awaits.

Come in, cash in on god’s grace.

Now aren’t you glad that you kept your faith?

Stranger things have happened since

I completely lost myself

in the hollow,

so this might be salvation.

Some incel in their moms garage

will pawn off their grand mirage

on the bitter and young doubt of love.

Thank god that they’ll make a documentary with your name.

A merchandising campaign.

Now aren’t you glad that you chased that fame?

Is it worth it, not to throw it all away?

If it’s worthless, I can’t do it on my own.

I know that I am nothing in this world if I am all alone.

If I pawn my conscience off, will I be saved?