| Ahistorical - you think this shit just dropped right out of the sky | |
| My analysis: it's time to harvest the crust from your eyes | |
| To surge and refine, to rage and define ourselves against your line | |
| So sorry friend but you must resign | |
| You want to figure it out we'll throw down, we'll throw down | |
| Wou want to figure it out well throw down your bulldog front | |
| Bold bold mouthtalking not so bold now that you've eaten your own | |
| Lips flecked, mouthspecked you strip the skin right off of the bone | |
| And I would never say you act without precision or care, | |
| But it's all attention to armor, to the armor you wear so well | |
| Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home |