V!:

Stressed to death/ and no sex to vent through/ obsession with revenge against my nemesis gets too/ intense to weather/ and then tension-sweats leaves me spent/ not to mention, it was never not all in my head////And entities I fed with pledges to sever the tendons connecting a ghost's tether to flesh-- it seems desperate// Maybe by the time I tick the last item on the checklist for "relentless" I'll be next to zen////

HOOK:

Ego death is something I yearn for

I met a sexy lady in the place we meditated to learn war

Evil left its lessons in burnt ore

I heed the message etched into a red street

Pleasure we turned towards...

BRIDGE:

I used to fly the truest pride/ tied around my pants/ Props to all the news and lies/ Now we hiding out in banks// Before you pledge to left or right, grab em' both (your balls)//This world's so cold it "polarized"/ Try a "shishcabal"////