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Diametrically dead in designer homes, then you found me like something gold
And that’s how it goes when you’re not worth the sign and your body is the fuel in those greedy eyes.
I bet you found Jesus in your private jet. X2

This guillotine knows that money taste like..

Like dopamine? Bloodstains? Carpet cleaner on a Sunday?
I don’t know, I don’t know how much it cost, to scrub the remains of your brother’s thoughts.
So privatize the gains and socialize the losses, cover up those dead kids painted in your gardens.
The cross-eyed, invisible, desperate angels.

This guillotine knows what money taste like
The lamborghinis with the teeth on the inside
You feel saliva pouring down the back of your neck
And there’s money just coming out the side of your head.
You decrease in value.

They want you as their home decor

Be the ghost you want to see in the world cause there’s only room for one monarch here.

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from There's a Dead Fox Where You Praise, released February 15, 2020

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