Sometimes i care to wonder,
about the blindfold on my soul,
about the razor wire fence,
that isolates me in the mold,
the precipice is closing in,
on rancid magnanimity,
you starve me to the brink of ail,
then formulate your,
drugs to me,
you serve it up as love,
but it’s a grotesque felony,
you got it coming now,
because this time you’re fucking with me

If you’re my rapist,
I’m your assassinator,
did you really ever think you’d get the best of me

Your everlasting status quo,
you’ve sanitized the sore before,
your movers and your shifters caper,
until there really is ‘no more’,
we live like near fatalities,
inside the network of dissent,
don’t seem to spare any expense,
to manufacture our consent,
you serve it up as lust,
but it’s a sick insanity,
you got it coming now,
because this time you’re fucking with me

If you’re my rapist,
I’m your assassinator,
did you really ever think you’d get the best of me
(never)

Yeah,
I’m your assassinator,
did you really ever think you’d get the best of me,
all erodes from here on end,
you’re never getting my consent,
yes I know all the victims,
of your supremacy,
yes I know all the victims your fields run endlessy,
yes I know all the victims,
of your supremacy,
there will be no more victims,
this time you’re fucking with me

If you’re my rapist,
I’m your assassinator,
did you really ever think you’d get the best of me