All Hail

The food that you love

has snuck up on you and what a

Weight you've gained.

The life that you chose was getting too heavy

Now you can't complain.

Now you can't complain.

There are many subjective versions of what people view as sane

As the childhood gods picked for us steal our friends

Now we will sin, now we will sin, Now

The beats that you love have beaten up on you

Now you can't complain.

The life that you chose has gotten to heavy

What a weight you've gained

Oh what a weight you've gained

Are you happy with what you've got?

Happy with what you've got?

You gonna make a move or not?

Make a move or not?

We argue these questions over bottom-shelf whiskey

You love it

You hate it

I'd like to see you trust it

The life that you chose

At least you told yourself you chose

What a weight we've gained

Oh what a weight we've gained