Echo Tongues - March of the Trig Lyrics

Been facing a lot of the disaster I wrote out
Chasing, distraught and a master of colds now
I bought myself a trigger just to envy the pull clout
I can't believe I'm bigger than my emptiness knows now

Try to find a reason just to cut it out
Try to find my season just to run around
Bye to all my demons, they hide back and shout
F*ck you and your disaster, sir

You got me up a f*cking tree I'm leaving
I'm done with this all of this mindless receiving
You got me up a f*cking tree I'm leaving
I'm done with this all of this mindless receiving

Cut me open like a Taylor Swift greeting card
Blood is boiling from my subconscious fleeting hard
Death is trill but you can't get back what you bought
I'm for real when I say the shit's peeled and caught

The fishes cry for a new September
The humans cry for a f*cking flavor
The earth weeps for earning profit, your god
No more prophets when the money buys what you want

You got me up a f*cking tree I'm leaving
I'm done with this all of this mindless receiving
You got me up a f*cking tree I'm leaving
I'm done with this all of this mindless receiving

The money's fake as f*ck
Cue disaster, you can't shake what you want
You're a master of stab and shake till stuck
Only master is burning at your guts

Cue disaster, you're finding Forrest Gump
You're a master of throwing out your haunts
I'm just plastering the walls with fiction lumps
I'll erase you when I get what I want

You got me up a f*cking tree I'm leaving
I'm done with this all of this mindless receiving
You got me up a f*cking tree I'm leaving
I'm done with this all of this mindless receiving