7th-11th by Kig V2 Lyrics
Mad World...
[Intro]
First day back to school
I know
I know, I’ll make a good time
This year, I believe, I’m cool
I’m on a new leaf
I’ll look back at these times as the good times
This’ll be the last time I drift, I’m
Gonna live here for the rest of my life
I’m tired and worn
And I’m barely fifteen
And I had dream that I’d make some friends at lunch
We’ll sit and talk and get along, just fine
My dark will flee from the light
From the spotlight, (from the spotlight)
They’ll think I got right
They’ll regard me as an equal
I’ll burn bright, and part from feeble
Never be alone, a part of a people
With my friends
Friends...
All my friends…
If they last I guess that depends, on my...
Luck...
[Bridge]
I'm fuckin' pissed now (5x)
...
Oh my God, I don’t know what to say, I’m lost
I tried and tried and what’s my reward?
What’s the price of this war?
Why do I never fight for myself?
Maybe if I had said something they’d’ve stopped
I just think I need to make it right for myself, or start to experience insanity
Where’s my fear against handling?
Where’d I put my humanity?…
[Verse 1]
An AK-47, a revolver, a nine
And MAC-11 oughta solve these problems…
Right?
Killing in my mind, never satisfied
I just mime, inside these walls
See the maggots, see them all
Sow their fall…
Wait in beige Honda, approach like class-bound
Assassin for the class clown
He turning ashen, when maddening laugh down the hallway
Not so funny when I cite that thing you said?
I’m seeing red
Watch me wyle
Watch me blow apart my plague, no smile
I’m playing God, there’ll be no trial...
...[[Engage]]
[Verse 2]
For those who called me Pedro, it might get nasty
Cred though to NATO fetish Lawson S.R.’s been having
Listen—listen—you didn’t directly do shit, bastard
But you bystandered, you let me slandered, and my third eye’s filmed, I’ma direct a clip
[[Action]]…
You acted big? Now you’re too big to hide
The chance you mortals rigged flew by
Picture the Grim Reaper, it possibly I
They dropping to desks, I’m dropping their souls
Sounds flicker, down fissure, one by one, we go…
Ain’t, no
Slowing, clotting, or breathing
Until the SWAT team cease my spree, see?
Ya…ya see?
[Skit Bridge]
“Hey Robbie, my phone's gonna die soon, so call me back on Shaniqua’s phone when you get this. I know you’re in school right now, but....we saw a ton of cops heading southbound on the 7, and...I dunno. Weird premonition I guess. Calling to check on you and see if you're okay and staying out of trouble...anywho, I love you dork, remember that. Alright, alright, okay, byyye."
[Verse 3]
I’m scared of death
Though for the unfortunate, Porcelain America wastes no breath
The victims are nearly all of us, inert when they place their threats
Of joblessness, social onslaught, anonymity inside their teetering ship
These consequences follow you until you martyr for a blindfolded theatre’s bullshit
Like, you ain’t been told shit?
Stand in your fucking line, do as you’re told, bitch
But the new Lady Liberty will be gorgeous
If I can just get that child custody
Though my victory might be tainted by suggestions in my unconscious to play repayment roulette with the awful species that tortured me and millions for nothing
Let me tell you something
What if the evil and insane were just a product of a misconstrued environment?
What if they have, and always had been
Surrounding
You
Entirely?
…
[Outro]
Maybe...
If they hadn’t cruelly vented their insecurities onto me
Maybe if I had pretended since a toddler I had been a bullet fiend
Maybe if divine was thy role model and ya’all were a bit smarter
Instead of having hearts and souls of violence…
[Intro]
First day back to school
I know
I know, I’ll make a good time
This year, I believe, I’m cool
I’m on a new leaf
I’ll look back at these times as the good times
This’ll be the last time I drift, I’m
Gonna live here for the rest of my life
I’m tired and worn
And I’m barely fifteen
And I had dream that I’d make some friends at lunch
We’ll sit and talk and get along, just fine
My dark will flee from the light
From the spotlight, (from the spotlight)
They’ll think I got right
They’ll regard me as an equal
I’ll burn bright, and part from feeble
Never be alone, a part of a people
With my friends
Friends...
All my friends…
If they last I guess that depends, on my...
Luck...
[Bridge]
I'm fuckin' pissed now (5x)
...
Oh my God, I don’t know what to say, I’m lost
I tried and tried and what’s my reward?
What’s the price of this war?
Why do I never fight for myself?
Maybe if I had said something they’d’ve stopped
I just think I need to make it right for myself, or start to experience insanity
Where’s my fear against handling?
Where’d I put my humanity?…
[Verse 1]
An AK-47, a revolver, a nine
And MAC-11 oughta solve these problems…
Right?
Killing in my mind, never satisfied
I just mime, inside these walls
See the maggots, see them all
Sow their fall…
Wait in beige Honda, approach like class-bound
Assassin for the class clown
He turning ashen, when maddening laugh down the hallway
Not so funny when I cite that thing you said?
I’m seeing red
Watch me wyle
Watch me blow apart my plague, no smile
I’m playing God, there’ll be no trial...
...[[Engage]]
[Verse 2]
For those who called me Pedro, it might get nasty
Cred though to NATO fetish Lawson S.R.’s been having
Listen—listen—you didn’t directly do shit, bastard
But you bystandered, you let me slandered, and my third eye’s filmed, I’ma direct a clip
[[Action]]…
You acted big? Now you’re too big to hide
The chance you mortals rigged flew by
Picture the Grim Reaper, it possibly I
They dropping to desks, I’m dropping their souls
Sounds flicker, down fissure, one by one, we go…
Ain’t, no
Slowing, clotting, or breathing
Until the SWAT team cease my spree, see?
Ya…ya see?
[Skit Bridge]
“Hey Robbie, my phone's gonna die soon, so call me back on Shaniqua’s phone when you get this. I know you’re in school right now, but....we saw a ton of cops heading southbound on the 7, and...I dunno. Weird premonition I guess. Calling to check on you and see if you're okay and staying out of trouble...anywho, I love you dork, remember that. Alright, alright, okay, byyye."
[Verse 3]
I’m scared of death
Though for the unfortunate, Porcelain America wastes no breath
The victims are nearly all of us, inert when they place their threats
Of joblessness, social onslaught, anonymity inside their teetering ship
These consequences follow you until you martyr for a blindfolded theatre’s bullshit
Like, you ain’t been told shit?
Stand in your fucking line, do as you’re told, bitch
But the new Lady Liberty will be gorgeous
If I can just get that child custody
Though my victory might be tainted by suggestions in my unconscious to play repayment roulette with the awful species that tortured me and millions for nothing
Let me tell you something
What if the evil and insane were just a product of a misconstrued environment?
What if they have, and always had been
Surrounding
You
Entirely?
…
[Outro]
Maybe...
If they hadn’t cruelly vented their insecurities onto me
Maybe if I had pretended since a toddler I had been a bullet fiend
Maybe if divine was thy role model and ya’all were a bit smarter
Instead of having hearts and souls of violence…