White Male Carnivore
Oust or crumble, ya gonna crumble?
Tell me what you preach for ?
Preacher man
I'll tell you what ya preach for
Absolutely nothin'
Say hey you white carnivore
Say come here to eat us all
You're some kind of animal
Or just a white male carnivore
With the low pain threshold
You are the glass house throwin stones
You think that you got the finger on the pulse
But you must have a heart made of stone
Like relic
A figure
Some kind of neo classical pillar
The pillar of your sociality have no clarity
smoke and mirrors
Say I'm a white carnivore and I feel everything, Not superior
Say I'm not an animal
No, I'm a white male carnivore
With the low pain threshold
Am I a glass house throwin stones
I don't think I've got the finger on the pulse
And I just can't cry cause I'm made of stone
I'm a relic I'm a figure
like a neo classical pillar
(take it down)
Those relics those figures
Crumblin' neo-classical pillars
They're gonna crumble, I'll watch you crumble
Imperialist, in provincial towns, pledging allegiance to the pound
Feel they've been robbed.
He's got the whole wide world in his hand
He's got the whole wide world in his hand
He's got the whole wide world in his hand
He's got the whole wide world in his hand
Got everyone here in his hands