america Lyrics

Sticking my boot on your neck till you lick it

Thick at the root like a dick is

Blood in the soot when we smother the world

For the innocents' riches

Surrounded with pickets

To drown out the pickets

Ground it all down to a cynical civic position

Commissioned by missions to fissure the living

Sticking my boot on your neck till you lick it

Thick at the root like a dick is

Blood in the soot when we smother the world

For the innocents' riches

Surrounded with pickets

To drown out the pickets

Ground it all down to a cynical civic position

Commissioned by missions to fissure the living

My problem is all of y'all's problem

You keep to the looting and robbing

I steep in the fluids and sobbing of

People assumed to be demons and goblins

See a spot, mob it

Settle in, convent

See to the sheep herder's every need

Through premonitions of endless supremacy

My problem is all of y'all's problem

Lighten it up with a bombing

Fight for the scraps with a shotgun

Drinking the tears from a goblet

Piling up, top it

Kick out the rungs from atop 'em

Standing alone when you stop 'em

Standing alone when you drop 'em

My problem is all of y'all's problem

Genuflect, maudlin

Insatiable, gobbling

Inescapable, godly

Rack up a bill for the progeny

Forty courses of virulent dogma, we

Find the source of our serious cognizance

God given, plot driven, stolid omnipotence

Sticking my boot on your neck till you lick it

Thick at the root like a dick is

Blood in the soot when we smother the world

For the innocents' riches

Surrounded with pickets

To drown out the pickets

Ground it all down to a cynical civic position

Commissioned by missions to fissure the living

From the mythical fit individual

Indivisible, littered with vitriol

Endless collisions, you take what is visible

In the spillage deliver a hymnal

Original sin isn't healable

Fingers run crimson with criminals

Interminable profit deliverables

Raucous applause when you pocket residuals

Rocket, subliminal

Filter the wheat for the killing mill

You're all meat to a chilling will

Content to feed its Attila build

Hunting for free for the passion

Desperate to see something lasting

Seize it and squeeze out the gasses

And leave it to feed all the privileged masses

Sticking my boot on your neck till you lick it

Thick at the root like a dick is

Blood in the soot when we smother the world

For the innocents' riches

Surrounded with pickets

To drown out the pickets

Ground it all down to a cynical civic position

Commissioned by missions to fissure the living

My problem is all of y'all's problem

You keep to the looting and robbing

I steep in the fluids and sobbing of

People assumed to be demons and goblins

See a spot, mob it

Settle in, convent

See to the sheep herder's every need

Through premonitions of endless supremacy