I Won't Hold My Breath

He's fancies himself a 'great intellectual'

Fancies himself a 'sapiosexual'

Prays that you can't see his tell

Clearly, he fancies himself

Underdeveloped, he looks like a Polaroid

Overexposed to Penthouse and opioids

Vicodin spiked in his glass

Entourage kissing his ass

He's the kind of boy that girls write poems about

Crying on their therapist's couch

Lied and filled their heads with doubts

Now he's pushing forty and he's finding god

His days of degradation are done

Larping as the prodigal son

I won't hold my breath

(Super cool riff section)

Now he's enlightened

He thinks he's a Buddhist

He's thinks he's Picasso

He's painting this brutalist

Abstract expressionist trash

Selling it for soft earned cash

Oh, he says he's trying to "emasculate conception"

Despite the fact his paintings are conceptual erections

Praying for strength to repent

Trying to throw off the scent

He's the kind of boy that girls write poems about

Crying on their therapist's couch

Lied and filled their heads with doubts

Now he's pushing forty and he's finding god

His days of degradation are done

Larping as the prodigal son

I won't hold my breath!

(Destroy!)

I won't hold my breath

(Destroy faster!)

Don't you know he's really changed

Don't you know he's really changed

Don't you know he's really changed

A-hole in a K-hole

All on Daddy's payroll

Don't you know he's really changed

Don't you know, Don't you know, Don't you know, Don't you know

Don't you know he's really changed

Don't you know he's really changed

A-hole in a K-hole

All on Daddy's payroll

And he's seeking redemption

In the form of attention