Social Pariah

Prelude

Wake up to bile in my throat and pixels rotting behind my eyes

Broadcast vultures circling for the next meal of outrage

I can taste the rust in the breath of their sermons

No one speaks, only projectile opinions dressed as skin

Walking trauma in a parade of branded t-shirts

Your banners sag, empty in the oil rain

You worship commodities and baptize your offspring in concrete

I walk through your plague of certainty and it bends around me

Spitting out your scriptures, foaming at the screen

Nobody asks if I want to play the game

Nobody listens unless they're counting corpses

Verse 0

Your walls are made of screens and regret

You sterilize your filth and call it virtue

I don’t owe the termites in your hierarchy a reason

I move without attachments and you gnash your jaws in rhythm

Truth rearranges itself while you sleep in shallow water

I refuse to wear your branded mask of belonging

You waste time labeling disease with opinions

I’m already gone before you finish your next theory

Intro

Crawling out of neon vomit with my fists hanging loose

You call this living, I call it another slow decomposition

Swivel-eyed judges sneer with teeth filed down to bone

Watchmen clutching slogans like they mean something to anybody at all

I see flesh pressed behind glass, desperate for an audience

Every mirror screams their gospel, nobody will listen

You bite down on power, still starving inside

This parade of strangers wearing other people's skin

You think your leash is freedom, celebrate your own cage

I feel nothing but revulsion and it feels like breathing

Just a number to feed your algorithm of fake gods

Split tongue, filth tongue, you can choke on your convictions

or rules

Always chasing a monster that’s just your own reflection

You hold your tongues and let your mouths run wild

I don’t care if you call me a freak for walking alone

No loyalty for this sanctimony

Raise your pitchforks, I just laugh and bleed

You know nothing for certain, just like fucking me

Chorus

I am the freak you want to burn at the altar

You are nothing but noise in a crown of barbed wire

Caught in the vein, pulsing, bleeding all your truths

You don't know nothing for certain, just like fucking me

Post-Chorus

It slips

It rips

It slips are lost in the propaganda too, muthafucker

Chorus

I am the freak you want to burn at the altar

You are nothing but noise in a crown of barbed wire

Caught in the vein, pulsing, bleeding all your truths

You don't know nothing for certain, just like fucking me

Post-Chorus

It slips

It rips

It slips

Bridge

Tear the skin off your prophets, they bleed like everyone else

You drown in your bottomless certainty but still thirst for approval

I never signed up for your theater of outrage and desperation

Crush your idols, the walls will still stink of your fear

Nothing behind your stare, just another empty signal

I walk blind into your chaos, but I am not part of your chain

Your validation rots before it reaches me

Verse 3

Monuments built on spit and envy fall for no reason

You step over broken faces and call it destiny

I reject your rituals and the hands that forced them

You bury the truth beneath slogans and spit out recycled commandments

Every authority is a mask melting in acid

Feed your paranoia, ritualize your suspicion

I drift further away because closer means infection

You scream for consensus while gagging

Outro

Rotted flags flutter in your victory parade

Swallowing teeth, you spit out another law

Celebrate your illusions with broken jaws and empty hands

I don’t care for your feast of performance

Ash on my tongue, I refuse your communion

Your pride is just another plague in the bloodstream

You can circle with your torches, I’m already gone

Every scream is a black wave over the static

Social Pariah (Pariah Pariah Pariah)

I'm happily a fucking Pariah (Social Pariah)

Social Pariah (Pariah Pariah Pariah)

I'm happily a fucking Pariah (Social Pariah)

Aaaaah aaah aaah raaaah

Bite the dirt, wear the scars, swallow your own medicine

Social Pariah (Pariah Pariah Pariah)

I'm happily a fucking Pariah (Social Pariah)

Instrumental