Yea
This the sound of my glory, take it as an allegory
You probably won't understand the story until you get to know me
First thing you need to take in, I like things gory
Wild, disoriented, yet organized just for me
Don't show me what's the nicest when it's counterfeit
Give me something that's destroyed
See what I can make out of it
I want ruins rebuilt
I'm a Roman refurbished
Committed to flourish in life
Cause with death I flirted
Now working for everybody, I worked on myself
Not strictly old fucks who want my soul to sell
& To milk me, I was never a cow
& No sheep could utter the words that I speak now
Believe it or not, I'm a great fucking influence
I write
"FUCK CLASS"
On chalkboards, just to practice on my penmanship
Still drawing rockets, the moon, cartoons
Sketching past dreams that seem to be coming soon
My favorite recurring theme is everybody's doom
It's hard to digest me, I'm not handing you the spoon
I guess the poison that we're used to makes you nauseous to the truth
Explains why I'm constantly throwing up in the booth

...& Rocket's what you call em
Yea Rocket's what you call em

As I was saying...

I'm a bit hard to digest, first taste, grotesque
That's me wanting this Renaissance to turn out the best
It's a new world, new day, I find comfort & just play
Act & not pray, there's no going back to that day
Done with the dark age, in church I found no place
Catholic school for 6 years, now I worship Zay
Tour's my crusade, every concert a ritual
Had a divine experience with every single individual
Let's mosh as a family, show the world we're angry
Stage dive to hug my cousins, middle fingers up, we're happy
Don't worry about much, what's genuine is set in stone
Speak from the heart, I promise you'll never be alone
I know people don't fuck with me & I like that
Shit builds my confidence, let's me know I'm on the right path
& I won't let you curve my route into yours
I made this one for me, I got a world to explore

Bitch, it's Rocket