When Judgment Day comes, may I never back down
May I strike the match and burn it all to the ground
Sticks and stones are going to break my bones
And then you can film it all on your new iPhone
Names will never hurt me, but we know that’s a lie
It’s the buzzing in my brain that makes me want to die
Don’t call it Cancel Culture, ‘cause it’s consequences
It’s called the First Amendment, in all of your defenses
I don’t need whole army to make my excuses
Anything they do will end up being so useless
Let the town square pull out their own hair
‘Cause rage and depravation are their arms to bear
When shit comes to an end, none of us are right
Subjectivity is why we all love to fight
We see the fucked up world through our own lenses
And then bite down on our jaws with stressful intentions
Can we come together? Why would we want to?
To be fair I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near you
All this zealot fire and not a new thing was learned
We still hate each other and the world still burned
All this strangulation over one of my songs
Keep the message simple, just tell me that I’m wrong
On any given day, I could be weak or strong
I ebb and flow so much, yet I’m floundering along
I guess I’ll go back to my comfort zone
And never have to care about those sticks and stones
Judgment Day passed and I never backed down
I’ll see you all tomorrow, we can take it back around
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