Kill The Architect lyrics

I still smoke like a Rastafarian
But stopped getting fades cause I looked too Aryan
Walking on you motherf*ckers, so hilarious
The gum under my shoes, trying to live vicarious
Born good but became nefarious
There ain't a whole deep enough for you to bury us
Start thinking, get the blood pouring
Paid, living poolside could be so boring
Thinking it's the end and I don't walk Orwellian
The angel dust got me to talk to aliens
Marijuana had me so distracted
And alcohol made you ugly b*tches attractive
Worth it's weight in gold, you think your soul is
Try to get it back and can't get your head into showbiz
I don't give a f*ck who your hero is
A moment of silence for my Tero Smith

(I think the thing we have to take into consideration here is that we're dealing with a man with a mental health issue saying these things. This isn't a child trying to be shocking. This a grown man with a noted mental health background, and I think that's what really makes it a little more disturbing, and I think that his work should stay right where it is, right at the bottom.)