Take him on The scrabbling spree Words like grotto Ended month Ending nowhere Catch him up We found the key Last year’s motto Brazen son Ending nowhere Enter the scene You’re spoiling for a red nose battered One two three Say it…

In the coming days the solar flare illuminates The grid - they can’t distribute food so fast As the polar caps all melt the water levels rise The mass migration spawns a fascist night You’ll survive You got your gear at home But I can…

There’s only so much time to churn So make the most and take your turn I want to be extraordinary And I’ve got one shot This life I’ve got Some died funny Most did not Some went running from me Hard to spot When you watch it Leave…

How can you not see enemies around When there’s one at least working in the background Rumors surrounding, pushes people down Territorial tearing folks to the ground You say I can’t see can’t speak hear no sound Know it’s breaking me knowing…

I’m on a plane, bro Not biz class this time, though Are you piloting, yo? Or passenging to and fro? C’mon, Wyoming Show me your Tetons C’mon, Wyoming Show me your Tetons Show me your Tetons Modesty is a virtue A way for us to be…

It's like Ocean's 11, but with fewer bodies and more stabbage. This clandestine organization might not be the best at what they do.

I’m the drama king I’m here on the scene I tell the folk of the world I mean what I mean I’m the drama king You see what I mean? When you’re filled to the brim Things spill out, it seems Once upon a time Things got estranged I went…

hey you your hippy-dippy shop seems a spot for something fun hold up you’re walking up and down those aisles strapped to a submachine gun you might think you’re so safe as you hold on to that steel but you might find that the folks who…