Locked inside looking out Land of the lost Living in times they'll write a book about If I stood in the clouds around here Would've stepped foot in a a house of pain Found tears Stay grounded Head is pounding and my heart is pumping For my dearly departed cousin What a wicked world to father a son in Shunning all the ones who wanted Trump to win You're fuckin' unforgiven Bullets in the gun Dead petals on the roses When the wolves come Put the metal to their molars Bullets in the gun Dead petals on the roses When the wolves come Put the metal to their molars Sticking up a middle to the Koch brothers And another middle for McConnell Like Cobain on the Rolling Stone cover FU to the old role models Get a suit, get a job, get money Get a car with that new car smell Kinda funny Get a house with the flag on the front porch But be Ready for the Devil at the door with the bump key Can't afford the luxury of waiting When the windows at the Capital are breaking And the POTUS was a fascist in the making Or he's actually Satan All the rats are in the basement Scratching at the foundation I'm in my head Mama told me when I was young I'm in my head Be a good boy don't play with guns I'm in my head In a wicked world trying to raise my son I'm in my head We don't run, baby where I'm from Imprisoned in a video game on the same level Man is planning God is changing the schedule The demons will tempt you It's either you break or you get through Mama she said to me Be a good boy And the heavenly angels protect you It rains in my head though Cuz they never came to the rescue Eventually all of us fade into echoes And float into dust A generation taking Lexipro Totally nuts Nobody touch Nothing to fight for So we just Follow and like more On the cusp Of our own white war For who's "wokest" Old dinosaurs To new socialists We got guns loaded on one side And on the other side They choose roses No wonder we're losing to Covid A country divided A future corroded I'm making music for the moment I'm in my head Mama told me when I was young I'm in my head Be a good boy don't play with guns I'm in my head In a wicked world trying to raise my son I'm in my head We don't run, baby where I'm from