I want to knock you off your pedestal.
You ask me why I’ve got demon grit eyes
And keep spitting hellfire from my lips.
The reason is because I want to knock you off your pedestal.
Your head is already continental plate size.
I want you to be able to walk into a building
Without having to step off your own personal cloud.
So what bee is in my bonnet?
You.
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