Our heads held high,
as we're waiting to arrive.
The night is young and
we've been drinking to survive.
Breaking through the gates,
storm up the porch.
Fiending for that green,
Juan busts down through the door.
Donovan strapped with AR-15,
this was just a night,
you wish you'd never seen.
Ornamentality at best.
When you're drinking booze and smoking trees,
For then you will see.
Killing all as we fall off a cliff,
Revenge of the spliff.
Down another round,
puke on the floor.
Hacker's laying there,
shat on the fucking porch.
Clock strikes twelve and we're
ready to shred,
this was just a night,
you wish you should've bled,
Ornamentality instead.
When you're drinking booze and smoking trees,
For then you will see.
Killing all as we fall off a cliff,
Revenge of the spliff.
But you could never be us,
built of God's remains...
And you could never bleed us,
all out.