I know panic is everywhere
Cement shoes, I might have to make a pair
The freedom of floating
The peril of sinking
The hungry ghosts are dying young
Servility self-imposed
Something or somebody's hoe
Who's really looking back in the mirror?
F*cked It up, F*cked It up
It's a wrap for you and I
"Can't believe anything"
Says the liar as they lie
I know devils are everywhere
Peacock feathers in hand
Blood coats the desert sand
Hurts but we understand
F*cked It Up F*cked it Up
Absolutely compromised
Can't depend on anything
Everybody has a price