WTD?

Some of us are gonna die

Faster than the other guys, ones I thought shoulda been shining my shoes

That's how a gamble's gamed

Real until it's razed away forcibly

Descend from ladder to chute

And call that a truce

So high

Quite low

Mid-range

Domains you control

"Drink me," shrink down

Make a toast to the loss, you allowed it

And if I've had enough of flora and fauna

Then what is the drama?

Hold me close till the next year's trauma

What is the drama?

Wish I had said something but we can't go back in time

Goons waltz in wearing shit-kicking grins without reason, without cadence

So, we're gonna die

Faster than our fathers make crime out of fiction, a silent cohesion

Less paranoia, more progress

If I've had enough of flora and fauna

Then what is the drama?

Hold me close till the next year's trauma

What is the drama?

Haha, unknowns derange me

But I make it my own and own up, get down

This is happening 'cause you allowed it

That's enough of flora and fauna

What is the drama?

You were splayed for the valet, a cap gun on ya

Now put your hands where I could see 'em

Is there any drama?

(What is the drama?)

(Hold me close till the next year's trauma)

(What is the drama?)

(I've had enough of flora and fauna)

(What is the drama?)

Hold me close till the next year's trauma

(What is the drama?)