Why must they always run in mayhem?
Busting a vain obscenities.
Why must I always fall too grey down,
running a train.
Oh wait, remind me, what am I doing this for again?
Shit hes on to us. Reboot him.
Why must they always run in mayhem?
Busting a vain, obscenities.
Why must I always fall to grey down, the crown is mine if I'd wanna be.
The 666 attendant of an exploration into fuken outer space.
Creating a new human race.
Kind of wasted out like, air-conditioned scouter.
High definition pouter.
Turn the condition louder.
Relocation after mass destruction.
Hibernation into ash n nothing.
Just let us be a part of something, bigger.
Claustrophobic and bitter.
Just a moment ago I felt the glow, after a long day of work and fright.
I only see/feel safe at night.
Work and fright, kind of like a huge mechanic monster screech.
It might be time to lay of the night armor sword, preech.
Some sense into these motherfuckers.
Cocodulddu hens and energy suckers.
Who is responsible for the butchering of the common sensitivity?
Lions den, but they ran out of activities.
So they pretend and yell madness hell.
I'm glad this planet is coming to an end.
credits
from OcD,
released August 28, 2020
Lyrics: Benji
Composition: Benji Trio
Arrangement: Benji Trio, Shuzin
Drums: Nir Kleiner
Bass: Zohar Aizenman
Vocals, Keyboards: Benji
Engineering, Mixing: Shuzin
Mastering: Noam Levinberg
Produced by Shuzin, 2019.
Graphical design: Erezoo
All rights reserved to Benji Trio.