Moxxie’s Bad Trip (feat. Michael Romeo Ruocco, Richard Horvitz, Brandon Rogers & Bryce Pinkham)

Blitz? I-I can't see you
Fuck, what is that horrible smell?
And what the hell is this music?
I'm warning you right now, if this is some kind of prank
I swear to you, I'll

It's not a prank, you bitch
Wait, why are you talking like that?
Because you're high as fuck
My favorite little suck-up

Cut it out, boss
You're fucking wasted

No, what? That can't be
I've never tried acid or DMT
It's a bad trip, oh, woe is me
Of course, this is all your fault, Blitz

I'm gonna be brutally honest here
So promise you won't shut me down?
Go ahead

I don't wanna put myself out there, but
Since I'm already here
Then go fuck
Yourself

What?

It's always the same
We can just keep butting heads
If all you're gonna give me is frustration
I'll torture you right back, now's my chance

I simply follow your orders
It's not my fault your orders are stupid, make no sense
And are as useless as a car horn on a plane and light-colored eyes on an ugly face

Why are you talking like that?
What are you trying to say?

I'm just speaking good old English
Maybe you could read a book and expand your vocabulary
Then who knows, maybe you'd understand half the basic things I say
Without looking like a complete idiot, more lost than a blind man in a shootout, and yet—

Shut up
Why all the hostility?
Fine

Why do we keep running from it all like this?
I always run away like this
Why does it feel like a broken record
Yet the problem's never faced head-on?

I don't know, in the end, everyone leaves
Well, you're cruel and don't know what you're doing

Admit it, my dear boss
Most of the time, you have no idea what you're doing
And you rely on me and the girls to clean up your messes

Of course I don't need them
I can do my job all by myself

But you don't wanna do anything by yourself, Blitzo
You tried doing things on your own, and everything went wrong
And you drive away everyone who gets too close
By acting like a selfish, egotistical, piece-of-shit asshole

Are you perhaps afraid of love, Blitzy?

I think your subconscious is trying to tell you
That you can't stand the thought of being truly close to someone
Yet deep down, you're begging for it
It's rather ironic, boss
Considering the way you treat the people around you
People like me
Aren't you afraid that one day I'll get tired of it all
And leave you too?

Fuck, all of you, shut the hell up
You're gonna die alone
You're gonna die alone, Blitzo
Oh, you're gonna die alone, Blitzo
You're gonna die alone, Blitzo
Nobody's ever gonna love you

Moxxie, why
Did you choose to hide your emotions?
I feel disgusting
Moxxie, why
Did Millie put that plug in your rectum?

Well, it makes me get erect
Hey

Don't pretend anymore
Feelings are meant to be shown
Yeah, you're right
Well, then

The world's your asshole, so be honest with it, yeah
Ah
I was a real asshole
You were a real asshole
But when this high wears off

I swear, as your friend, I'll do better
I promise I'll open up more, and
Together, we can
Get better