Song Lyrics

Turn the fascists into ashes.
Snuff out their light.
Colonel Kurtz is at your service.
He's thirsty and creeping hard.
Drag trash down the boulevard,
make it a graveyard.
Turn your laces into veins, and cut them.
You're dim and small.
Keep your eyes on the danger, it will carve you up.
This ain't the world that I came from so I'm taking off.
I'm moving onto to crueler pleasures, empty gestures.
And when I crawl, I'll cut the reins and act my age.
But if I feel so inclined I may just hesitate.
One way is a blasting off, the other blows apart.
I feel it either way, I feel it in my way.
Drag yourself until you're scarred.
Been there and been caught off guard.
Bouquet sitting in an ashtray.
Bad batch of DNA.
There a thousand bursts of anger growing in my chest.
There are meteors exploding and I'm not my better self-
Imposed, real psychosis the kind you may be looking for.
It sheds it's outer layers, it amplifies the pump and dump.
I feel it resonate, I feel it in my way.

Planet B

The duration of Big Karma (feat. Joseph Karam) is 4:24 minutes and seconds.