Novus Ordo Seclorum - $uicideboy$

Blood stained fabric, cotton up in an addict

Life so tragic, seem like death is attractive

You step up into the minds of the crime-infested youth

Ain’t no jobs, ain’t no stop to this police abuse

So we kill, drill, OD popping pills

Fantasize a steal when you went home without a meal

Welcome to the grave, no debate

No escape from my fate, bitch, I’m ready to die today

Fuck the police and judges

Fuck the priest and Gods judgin'

Fuck the state and the public

I wanna see tall skyscrapers crumbling

We all meet the shovel, don’t have to act humble

Distance myself from the huddle—nothing but trouble

Find me a nice quiet place in the jungle

Keep it lowkey, keep it subtle

Only a couple allowed in my bubble

Puddle of blood the result of the hustle

Cuddle my drugs by the bundle

My frontal lobe constantly struggle, uh