I Won't Hold My Breath

He's fancies himself a 'great intellectual' Fancies himself a 'sapiosexual' Prays that you can't see his tell Clearly, he fancies himself Underdeveloped, he looks like a Polaroid Overexposed to Penthouse and opioids Vicodin spiked in his glass Entourage kissing his ass He's the kind of boy that girls write poems about Crying on their therapist's couch Lied and filled their heads with doubts Now he's pushing forty and he's finding god His days of degradation are done Larping as the prodigal son I won't hold my breath (Super cool riff section) Now he's enlightened He thinks he's a Buddhist He's thinks he's Picasso He's painting this brutalist Abstract expressionist trash Selling it for soft earned cash Oh, he says he's trying to "emasculate conception" Despite the fact his paintings are conceptual erections Praying for strength to repent Trying to throw off the scent He's the kind of boy that girls write poems about Crying on their therapist's couch Lied and filled their heads with doubts Now he's pushing forty and he's finding god His days of degradation are done Larping as the prodigal son I won't hold my breath! (Destroy!) I won't hold my breath (Destroy faster!) Don't you know he's really changed Don't you know he's really changed Don't you know he's really changed A-hole in a K-hole All on Daddy's payroll Don't you know he's really changed Don't you know, Don't you know, Don't you know, Don't you know Don't you know he's really changed Don't you know he's really changed A-hole in a K-hole All on Daddy's payroll And he's seeking redemption In the form of attention