Wipe It (The Shit...From Your Eyes)

Way too much red

We're seeing way too much red

The blind have gotta see (or wither away)

I might be wrong in all their eyes

But I feel sure that I'm always right

No chonies on underneath these pants

So confident, watch me dance

With a brain of potato

You're in a tub full of piss, face down

With a brain of tomato

You're in a garden of shit on your back

We stop serving breakfast

The moment you show your face at the drive-thru

All of us saw what we needed to see

Exposing yourselves as the enemies

The friends of the cause are the friends that we're keeping around

You might be right in your own mind

But with a skull so dense, you're rolling dice

Dog eat dog, dog eat ass

Lick your own, taste the trash

The kitchen closes when you arrive

The kitchen's closed

Branches - barely hanging on

The weight of duality - it's heavy as hell

We're changing it all

We're changing it all

We're shaking it all

Transforming it all