Break Stuff II Lyrics

I'd like to give you an open-hand slap to the face

I'm upset about nothing and everything

I don't care where, let me just make a mess of someplace

And I'd like to fall from the sky like a fucking Avenger

Hit the ground with my fist till it buckles and blisters

Kicks dust and debris onto dozens of strangers

I dream of smashing a glass on a wall at my work

Just the wind up, the pitch, let it fly like a brick

Let the sound echo down every hall and be heard

And I think of steering my car into oncoming traffic

Not to die, just to try it, to just feel alive

Just to see if there's magic in whatever happened

And I'd like to be the next hurricane into New Orleans

Because cities build under the sea level shouldn't exist

No matter if they seem important

And I'd like to trigger the earthquake that sinks California

Let the continent slide out and under the tide

And if possible let the same happen to Florida

I'd like to program the first reproducing computer

Give it fear and religion and self-preservation

And the zeal and the passion of a white male mass shooter

And I'd like to bring on the end of the world as we know it

Whether sci-fi or climate, determined, divine

It is time that we finally throw out the bullshit