King Kong illusion... destruction!
Crumble this place of existence.
Let's bow down to the king of the masculine, the macho
Killing innocent for the revenge of the innocent...
Turning this country into s**t.
Just another rich white
Bomb the world...
Ice for my cramped hands.
This controller is designed poorly and the blood keeps staining my suit.
plasma screen shows me stutter but technology will prove everyone wrong.
Ego trip headfuck.
I've been hired for destruction.
King Kong of the century has been molded by me.
Leading them blindly into brainwashed blood lands.
My world expands with your
I have to prove my strength.
Peer pressure of a nation, selfish action spreads.
Do I really care
or worry about any of this?
My conscious controls me, but deep down I don't think any of this makes me lose sleep.
Once again I
prove my confusion.
Mordecai flies once again.
Will he ever truly stay gone?