Big Karma (feat. Joseph Karam)

Turn the fascists into ashes

Snuff out their light

Colonel Kurtz is at your service

He's thirsty and creepin' hard

Drag trash down the boulevard

Make it a graveyard

Turn your laces into veins

And cut them

You're dim and small

Keep your eyes on the danger

It will carve you up

This ain't the world that I came from

So I'm takin' off

I'm movin' around

To crueler pleasures, empty gestures

And when I crawl

I'll cut the reigns and act my age

But if I feel so inclined, I may just hesitate

One way is blasting off, the other blows apart

I feel it either way

I feel it in my way

Drag yourself until you're scarred

Been there and been caught off guard

Bouquet sitting in an ashtray

Bad batch of DNA

There a thousand bursts of anger growin' in my chest

There are meteors exploding and I'm not my better self

Imposed, real psychosis

The kind you may be lookin' for

It sheds its outer layers

It amplifies the pump and dump

I feel it resonate

I feel it in my way

Bouquet sitting in an ashtray

Bad batch of DNA

Bad batch of DNA

Bad batch of DNA

Bad batch of DNA