This is a song about "The instability in modern political discussions"

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Acting ape shit, public executions, political assassinations,

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Listeners listen, revealing political positions like "screw this queer"

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

In a political sin wreck, we deserve subliminal respect,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,