The Holy Ghost Tabernacle Choir - Allergic Reactionary

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 didnt 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 child 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)

Written by:
Aaron Cooler, Aaron Givens, Nicholas Sargeant, Tanner Hamilton

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