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COMPREHEND CONTROL

[Verse 1]

If you come looking, you'll find me there,
I don't sit waiting,
I don't fucking care.

Coming to teach me?
You better beware,
I'll help you see
I'm here to expose
You clown without clothes
And your thousand-yard stare.

Don't get comfortable, don't settle in,
You keep on talking
like you're gonna win.
Another excuse,
another little spin,
Same damn story
with a different grin.

Listen to me Thomas
I've seen the pattern,
I've watched it repeat,
The piling promise
right under your feet.

Talk like a King,
With the smile of Gator
but you can't meet the beat,
Eight months later,
Same old thing,
and still incomplete.

[Pre-Chorus]

Don't tell me tomorrow,
Don't sell me the plan.
Don't tell me your sorrow,
Fucking show me you can.

[Chorus]

Do you comprehend?
Why can't you fucking understand?
Your promise to amend,
like promises are plans.

Do you comprehend?
Are you hearing what I said?
Don't give me that stare
I don't fucking care,
With what you intend,
I care what you fucking did.

Look me in the eyes,
You'll see exactly who I am.
Do you comprehend?
Do you comprehend?

Now take your excuses,
and shove them where they stand!

[Verse 2]

You say it's nearly done,
Just let me finish.
Suddenly I am the one
Who's fucking diminished.

One more night, one more day,
One more fight, one more delay.
Funny how the finish line,
keeps moving away.

And here's the thing
that really gets me,
You already know the game.
You criticize the people
who keep doing the same.

Every new election, every single time.
Like a new found erection, after snorting a line

“Maybe this time is different.”
“Maybe this one will save us.”
Its so damn consistent.
Do what you must.
I won't be resistant, to save you from the fuss
Same script rewritten.
Get hit with the bus!

[Pre-Chorus]

Maybe this time.
Maybe he'll change.
Maybe the next line,
will rearrange the game.

Eight months of evidence
thrown out for one new claim.

Maybe this time... 🥺

Yeah.

Right.

[Chorus]

Do you comprehend?
Why can't fuck you understand?
Don't give me your sorrow
you keep giving him tomorrow,
when you need it in your hands.

Do you comprehend?
Are you hearing what I said?
Don't make amends.
Don't believe another word,
believe what he did,
The pattern's already dead.

Look me in the eyes,
You'll see exactly who I am.
Do you comprehend?
Do you comprehend?
I'm not asking anymore.
I'm telling you the plan.

[Bridge — DROP THE BEAT]

Pattern.

Promise.

Delay.

Repeat.

Pattern.

Promise.

Delay.

Same fucking beat.
It's not going away.
It's the circular street.
Control is here to stay.

Same fucking sign
Same damn fence
The power of credence
You've had this whole fucking time.

[Final Verse]

If you want your freedom,
then take the fucking key.
If you want your kingdom,
Then be fucking free.

You can't blame the freak
for holding the reins
You gave him the streak
and called it change
I've hit my peak
Now look at my veins
Grown beyond strange

Here's the part that gets me
This you already know
The comfort I can't let be
So get on your knee
I'm ready to blow
You spend your days explaining
why they shouldn't trust anymore
But I'm here to keep on retraining

So sister,
look all around
Tell me what you see.
What has been found
Eight fucking months
Same fucking fronts
Same fucking sound
And nowhere to flee