WATERMELON Lyrics

Puppet cut the master's strings

Angry angel lost their wings

Burning cities, sirens ring

Everybody fucking scream

Artificial rapture

Souls getting captured

Hit 'em with the anti seed

Spray em down with corporate greed

Been in dark places

All these long faces

Pulling out my case and

Betting on the races

Parties, Grammy's, sports, games

Celebrating fame while they all get maimed

All money's blood-stained

There will always be a war as long as someone's getting paid

Can't touch me no more, I'm an angel

I don't give a fuck, my wealth exponential

Tryna' tell me I'm to blame

Bitch, be professional

I am not the one who ships out all the parcels

I only get credit for what's packed in the arsenal

Break the silence, make a sound

Bodies, bombs dropping down

They paid for death and wear the crown

Fuck the government

Political dysfunction

Capital conjunction

National destruction

Massive disruption

Mass annihilation

Bloody corporation

Slaughtering a nation

Worldwide hesitation

Strapped in the easy ride with space left to fill

Let them eat cake, let 'em choke, let 'em all get killed

I just shed a tear, it's fake for my curtain call

I just sent the funds 'cross the map, fill the arsenal

I wanna pry at your lips

'Til you say you've had enough violence

There is no God and no grace

You pray but you pray in silence

Must be so nice to sit blind

And disconnect yourself from the lines

The comfort of your home should be a crime

When there's children missing heads outside

Can't hear you no more, it's the Super Bowl

Can't hear you no more, Taylor's jet is going

Can't hear you no more, guess I'll pray for y'all

While I pay the taxes for the bullets in the arsenal