Occupational Retaliation (Feat. Kane Gelaznik)

I'm gonna make the fucking news
As it turns out there's nothing to left lose
Degradation, Realization, Fantasy grew into solemn silent preparation
Breathe in deep, swallow hard,
Look around and feel the temperature slowly start to rise

Gasoline and a match
The only option (only option)

Suffering it's sweltering
now pooling sweat, not over yet
Eyes grow strained no pleasure only
Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn

Burn it to the ground

Lock the doors, cut the cords
No warning, no mercy, no fucking explanation
You should have known when you pushed, pushed, pushed me to the edge

Getting a bit light headed now
smoke begins to fill the air
Heat is rising, walls are melting
Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn

Burn
Burn
Burn
Burn

I'll leave your charred blistered corpse on a spike for the world to see
You left me with nothing, didn't think that I'd fight back
Now you're gonna regret ever fucking with me