Male Plague - Protomartyr

I said it three times, guess I’ll say it four

I’m sad and sick to watch you devolve

Your pen has gone gray

The view has been walled

And no one knows what you’re saying at all

See-through skin — barnacles of age

Male plague, male plague

Old days misremembering

Male plague, male plague

You think the world gives you a stroke

Male plague, male plague

Fear of the future of losing your hold

Male plague, male plague

Hey figurehead, what you gonna do?

Her truth moves too fast for you

Hurled upon the stage

The act has gone sour

Sad sacks pickled in jars

See-through skin — barnacles of age

Male plague, male plague

False news beamed right in

Male plague, male plague

Every boy wants to be a cop

Male plague, male plague

Punching down — you punch them out

Male plague, male plague

Everybody knows it’s gonna kill you some day

Everybody knows it’s gonna kill you some day

Everybody knows it’s gonna kill you some day

Everybody knows it, tastes it, feels it

Everybody knows it’s gonna kill you some day

Everybody knows it, needs it, wants it

Everybody knows it’s gonna kill you some day