Marty Byrne - Antichrist Lyrics

I so I'm glad you're gone
I know scissors cut the cord between us
I love, lovin' only myself now
How are you?
Did I hear that you were famous?

Must've been someone else
I thought I knew
Must've had too many of these things to
Drown out all the feelings for ya
Help me, wash yourself clean

Like a lion pissing on the circus master
Let me wipe away your troubles

I am an antique christ
I am an anarkiste
Know what I want
Don't know how to get it

I am so sick
Of seeing your fat dick
Please take it out of my mouth

I am demon
I work in accounting
I will kill you all

This virus is stealing my thunder
It's usually me who's so black
Now I must return to my workshop
And come up with something much worse
Even worse than that

I am an influencer
You made me popular
You shared and you subscribed

I have you under my spell
You are never getting out
Of this hell
This hell