Allergic Reactionary Lyrics

He immediately establishes

A pretense for all of his thoughts

His beliefs

His actions

Every move he makes is calculated

Every statement, encoded

He watches, intimidates

And waits patiently for an opening

A chance to strike

An open wound

A chance to save

A chance to be

Known for courage

Known for terror

Liar

Straw man

Fake news

Stare down

I have

Unlearned

Full fledged

Thought paths

Do you like my argument, i really got you there didn't I?

I sure think i did, you can't convince me otherwise

I'm sure you'd like to be civil about things but that's not my vibe

I don't have a stance that's not a reactionary lie

I've been born into degenerate bloodline

Yet everyone unlike me should exist under me

Won't the world go back to openly hating minorities?

(I'm your boy

I'm your man

Let the lord

Have a plan

I have a plastic fork in my eye

It's Live, Laugh, Love in your hand

Whack off and piss in a can

Brother can you feel me now

Dead at the drop of a pin)

I've grown tired of this narrative

A flaw in your moral compass

Demagnetized, spinning off kilter

Centralized thought curated by Baier

Does it look good on a cross?

Or maybe in red, white, and blue?

New draft for population control

And, baby, we want you

Give the flag a good salute

Give your home a good last look

Give your spouse a good last kiss

Give your kid a memory to miss

Kiss everything you know goodbye

Most likely seeing it for the last time

(Write to your

Mothers and sons

Grab your gun

You're not coming home

Write to your

Mothers and sons

Grab your gun

You're not coming home)