You might hate me but

I hate you more

I want to leave you bloody on

The floor

I don't like it here, it's a bore

Never liked it here at all

Never mind "anymore"

Babbie boy blue, bleeding out, hoping that the man will bless you

Is there anything a bairn can do?

Funny how the perspective shifts when the youthful lenses clear

You ain't a mentor, you're just on a monument of fear

A snarky, failed, bitter, brittle pussy in the fat machine

Projecting insecurities on youth to keep your conscience clean

Craic on about the values that you claim to uphold

That "old fashioned" narrative

You're preaching from the pulpit that you couldn't even buy

The numbers don't lie

Then you look me in the eye

Tell me how a woman's job is

Just to spread the bread, aye?

While they're the ones in your life actually

Making all that bread

Their success is funding and keeping your dead perspectives fed

Yet you want respect from my generation?

Ya bought a house on a single wage while we're drowning in inflation

Babbie Babbie Boomers basically had life on easy mode

While we're just navigating this broken system

Taxed 20 on minimum wage

Yet you're more concerned about women cursing

When it's just the symptom

Respect is an individualistic currency

Ain't no default setting 'cause your

Hairs turned grey

You're running, running out of time, hooray

Gotta gotta be wise to be respectable

At the end of day

Am I...

Illusions of grandeur?

Illusions of grandeur?

Delusions of grandeur to you?

Am I...

Illusions of grandeur

Illusions of grandeur

Just delusions to you?

You might hate me but

I hate you more

I want to leave you bloody on

The floor

I don't like it here, it's a bore

Ya treat me like a twat

After I spat the blood and

Spilt the tea on 'Trauma'

Every press outlet that blanked

But not vanilla Mackhem indie rock

Sucking 'em off

On every radio station that I got cock blocked

I've got no mentors checking in anymore

Just keeping up my slippin' n'

Sliding of cliquey little gatekeeping circles

Killing blokes

Meant for me?

Just another no good

Broke

First class grad joke

Yeah, they told me to be humble

But humility only bought me a bunch of disrespect

Did attempt to bow my head

But all that it ever fed was

Leaving my spirit so spent

So piss off modesty

It never felt so good to be thinking so small,

Mahh

Ego is my best mate, the only pal who'd answer when I'd call

You people are never satisfied

Your morals are a twisted game

Of cat and mouse that's tranquillised

You dread the taboo of the rope, but throw a party when the baby came

Baby shower or a funeral, you're worshiping the same decay

Pretentious holy rollers praying just to wash the dirt away

I hate your plastic steeples and the judgment in your pious eyes

If being humble means I sink to you, I'd rather let the ego rise

Than pray for the day they take me away

Wanting earthly pleasures when you finally close your eyes?

Death is for some peace and quiet

Not some greedy blokes paradise

Am I...

Illusions of grandeur?

Illusions of grandeur?

Delusions of grandeur to you?

Am I...

Illusions of grandeur?

Illusions of grandeur?

Just delusional to you?

Owning

Grandiose delusions darling

Lusting

Grandiose delusions that terrify (you)

You might hate me but

I hate you more

I want to leave you bloody on

The floor

I don't like it here, it's a bore

A kingdom built from nout so

The castle walls are

Cold and never proud

It feels like i'm losing the world, just to gain a crowd

Every face I ever loved left in the rearview sun

Loyalty like blood, but you can all go do one 'cause

I'm done paying taxes on holding lines

That you've chosen not to keep

Now the trajectory is beautiful, but the loneliness is deep

You might hate me but

I hate you more

I want to leave you bloody on

The floor

I don't like it here, it's a bore

I am

Illusions of grandeur?

Illusions of grandeur?

Delusions of grandeur to you?

Mmmm...

Illusions of grandeur?

Illusions of grandeur?

Just delusional to you?

Lusting

Till it all comes true now darling

Why's your ego so

Surface level

Shit scared of heights

I hate that about you

You might hate me but

I hate you more

I want to leave you bloody on

The floor

I don't like it here, it's a bore