Cluster Fuck Video (MV)

I'm cutting every feather of a mocking bird, so you could suit yourself
But I'm out of breath even for a single word so would you hang yourself ?
And I'm always on the feeling there is something wrong but I can't help myself
So you and I, you and I will finger point at them
They put a revolution on hold to check their insta posts or a facebook feed
Full of hopes to leave, full of folks to bleed, words which cannot mean shit
They fake love to wet their cocks and will lie when they're out of luck
Such a cluster f*ck
Such a cluster f*ck
Their women are gold digging whores, they wanna have the world to afford
With their family friendly porn away from home to blow a fancy horn
With a luxury car with their rich boys, in a backseat screaming backdoor
Such a cluster f*ck
Such a cluster f*ck
Their art forms are just silly moans
They sing love with their blues balls
Like a postcard or payroll, they waiting for a little something more
Their men just took shadowy forms, they lunge into walls and fit the norms
They're brain dead, way too overfed
Part religious munk
Part blindly drunk

You feel it
Among yourself you need it
You want it
Dreams of naughtiness
Forgetting who we are
Along side each others past
We made it to the edge
Today, we escape this cluster f*ck
This cluster f*ck