Texty: Destruction Made Simple. Terror Stricken Youth. Immigrant.

Now you're in an old mess you think I'm here to save you
Acted with your violence but you ended up in silence
You think you have it simple but your agent is at issue
Demons seem to call you out but now you run for cover
I'm not for you/I'm not for them
I'm here and I'm not from there
I'm not for them/I'm just me
I'm not for you just me
You got a brand new flavor but death's the one you favor
1,000 mile signal is just approaching very slowly
Now you start to feel like your heart is getting lonely
You're acting like confucius and you're calling me a nuisance