Whoa, hey
All in all I guess I can’t complain
But I can’t decide what I want
Resurrected, I am back,
My demons finding someone else to haunt
I’m not much of one for fucking around
I’ll huff, puff, pass — I’m gonna blow this house down
Time running out, tensions running high,
I got shit to do before I die
Short circuit, shattering, bring the noise
Blaze it up when you hang with your boys
See the new shitshow, bring your best,
Or you can pardon my disinterest