Volatile - Machine Head

They never see me coming

Their faces twisted in shock

Now the fools come gunning

To put our heads to the block

Sick of the laughter, sick of the pain

Sick of the feeling, this feeling of shame

Sick of white folks privileged and vain

Protesting a culture that isn’t the same

Don’t blame the false elites

When Nazi assholes march the streets

So call me a hypocrite, call me a fake

It’s nothing compared to your pride and your hate

Dead

Dead and bloated

These times are volatile

There’s no room left for you

Dead

Dead and bloated

There’s no room left for you

These times are volatile (volatile)

Volatile (volatile)

Volatile (volatile)

This world is fucking volatile

So the world!

You’ll never see me coming

Sick of the racists, sick of this shit

Sick of them telling me it’s immigrants

Sick of the phonies on my phone screen

Sick of the NRA trying to scare me

Stop crying innocence

Stop claiming self-defense

Good men won’t speak 'cause they’re scared of the violence

But bad men keep screaming to fill up the silence

Dead

Dead and bloated

These times are volatile

There’s no room left for you

Dead

Dead and bloated

These times are volatile

These times are

Volatile (volatile)

Volatile (volatile)

Volatile (volatile)

This world is fucking volatile

Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground

Dead

Dead and bloated

These times are volatile

There’s no room left for you

Dead

Dead and bloated

Life can be so vol-a-

Volatile (volatile)

Volatile (volatile)

Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground