Republica

My republican jesus is hiding beneath the streets

my starving artists all just bought in

we’re going mainstream

lined up at night

for everyone to see

I think I’m starting to believe

it’s the end of the world

but we’ll wait for commercial break

a thousand year refrain of God bless the USA

your midwest jihadist is hiding pipebombs in my mailboxes

I hid a message in my head, I think I’m starting to forget

choking on a broken hallelujah let her pray

bow my head, imagine gods strange language when

she says "can we get free?"

bring forth your carpenters make every one a king

offer a thousand hearts to every prophet prince kids:

your future school shooters are all out cutting class

your pharmaceutical:

one hundred thousand milligrams

your government is going underground

your underground is selling out

your god is in the reverb

that comes screaming through my speakers

come on come on come on

let it out