Dead Players - Billa lyrics

Let me show them where the future is
You under achieve, under a chiefs tutelage
While you're moving as model citizens
Did you brand of ignorance come
With a free crucifix?
Pump powders into snotty humans
All skanking with them same
Robotic body movements
I stops you shuffling to a jam with
A butters drink in my hand
Like some suped up modern mutant
Ransack the engagement slip into places
Your dads spangled replacement
The glare pulled him into
Pause a pure debauchery
And sent a smoke investigator
Back to the station
On some nothing to report sergeant
Erase the interviews
I made a case for living sinful
None of us have shit to prove
Mouth leaking like a villain
With his skin removed
His claret seeps through every layer
Back into the stink of booze

Build another platform, burn it to the ground
Winners to the front
Kick ‘em while their down

Come witness the table topple (Watch)
You can love me or hate me
Just save me the fucking waffle (Please)
Squabble freely and leave me out
Of your weedy conversations
While you shovel that garbage
Up in your snozzle
Hows life as a lollypop women fairing out?
There’s a rotten smell in your closet
You wanna air it out
I can’t be held for what’s coming
Out of my scary mouth (Nope)
Let the authorities worry
About my whereabouts (Pow)
Drowning ‘em out with a boat, swallow it
Wouldn’t call it my fault if
The cult follow it (Whats that?)
Some kind of verbal assault
I don’t acknowledge it (Oh)
I bring a glimmer of hope
But I won’t promise it blood it’s far from a
Joke it’s beyond treatment
In a cloak spinning out on
Some beautiful Fibonacci sequence
Bang, bang on your chest
Until you start breathing
Such a beautiful mess, keep the heart beating

Build another platform, burn it to the ground
Winners to the front
Kick ‘em while their down

Im in a hotel with a wet
Towel down on the floor, smoking
While security jimmy the door open
I precariously pour shit away
With a sawing motion i regret it
Step out like what’s all the commotion?
(What’s all the commotion?)
State your name for the record
The black box in his brain said he’s peppered
I’m off my sweed again, auf wiedersehen
A needle in a haystack so save the
Waste chat for when we meet again
I said fuck it, I never rated reality anyway
As a drop of liquid crystal
Landed splat in my Perrier
Ultra-strong drink with a tiny umbrella
The dust hidden in my sock
Keep it grimey forever
The smooth exteriors detachable
The unit's underneath are all invaluable
It’s the Neanderthal
Get gassed at the jam and
Then trash your house

Build another platform, burn it to the ground
Winners to the front
Kick ‘em while their down
Build another platform, burn it to the ground
Winners to the front
Kick ‘em while their down