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Fuck the world!
They never see me coming
Their faces twisted in shock
Now the fools come gunnin'
To put our heads to the block
Sick of the laughter, sick of the pain
Sick of the feeling, this feeling of shame
Sick of the white folks, privileged and vain,
Protesting a culture that isn't the same
Don't blame the false elites
When Nazi assholes march the streets
So call me a hypocrite, call me a fake
It's nothing compared to your pride and your hate
Dead!
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead!
Dead and bloated
There's no room left for you
These times are
Volatile! [6x]
This world is fuckin' volatile!
So fuck the world!
You'll never see me coming
Sick of the racists, sick of this shit
Sick of them telling me it's immigrants
Sick of the phonies on my phone screen
Sick of the NRA trying to scare me
Stop crying innocence
Stop claiming self-defense
Good men won't speak 'cause they're scared of the violence,
But bad men keep screaming to fill up the silence
Dead!
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead!
Dead and bloated
There's no room left for you
These times are
Volatile! [6x]
This world is fucking volatile!
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Dead!
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead!
Dead and bloated
Life can be so vol-a
Volatile! [4x]
Volatile! [6x]
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Their faces twisted in shock
Now the fools come gunnin'
To put our heads to the block
Sick of the feeling, this feeling of shame
Sick of the white folks, privileged and vain,
Protesting a culture that isn't the same
When Nazi assholes march the streets
So call me a hypocrite, call me a fake
It's nothing compared to your pride and your hate
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead and bloated
There's no room left for you
These times are
This world is fuckin' volatile!
You'll never see me coming
Sick of them telling me it's immigrants
Sick of the phonies on my phone screen
Sick of the NRA trying to scare me
Stop claiming self-defense
Good men won't speak 'cause they're scared of the violence,
But bad men keep screaming to fill up the silence
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead and bloated
There's no room left for you
These times are
This world is fucking volatile!
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead and bloated
Life can be so vol-a
Volatile! [4x]
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
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This song was written on the day of the 2017 Charlottesville murders and is dedicated to Heather D. Heyer, who lost her life during the protest against neo-nazism and white supremacy.
Robert Flynn said: "We watched that video of Heather Heyer getting run over and killed and I was just, like, 'What the fuck is going on, man?' You just got a snapshot of me pissed off and raw anger and frustration and confusion. White supremacists are marching every two weeks in the U.S. now and it's pretty fucking insane."