Lyrics: Sam Haft
Music: Sam Haft
Producer: Sam Haft
(Moxxie's perspective: )
Moxxie: Blitzo? (cough x2)
I-I can't see you
God, this smells awful
What's that music? Is that you? Is this a prank?
Because I swear to Satan--
Blitzø: It is no prank, bitch
Moxxie: Hey… Why do you sound like that?
Blitzø: Because you, my precious little bitch boy…
(Moxxie: Stop it, sir)
…are tripping balls
Moxxie: No, what?
How could this be?
I've never tried acid, shrooms or DMT
It's a bad trip, oy gevalt!
Of course, Blitzo, this would be your fault
My lungs are full of honesty
Would you promise me that you won't judge?
(Blitzø: Yes, bitch)
Not trying to divulge too much
But I'm in too deep, so first of all -- f**k you!
Blitzø: What?
Moxxie: This is just typical
well two can play at this game of dismay
'Cause if you're here causing frustration
I'm torturing you in your hallucination…
(Blitzø's perspective: )
I simply follow your orders
It isn't my fault if your orders are as nonsensical as
a sun tanning bed left out on the cold, rainy porch in a fresh April shower
Blitzø: Okay, why are you talking like that?
What the f**k does that even mean?
Moxxie: I am simply speaking Satan's plain English
Perhaps you should crack open a dictionary sometime
And then maybe you can understand half of
the frivolous things I carry on and on about…
(in many rants about absolutely nothing you percieve as value)
Blitzø: Shut up!
(Moxxie's perspective: )
Moxxie: Why do you hurt me so? (Blitzø: I know)
Why must you push your friends away?
(Blitzø: I push my friends away)
Why does it seem like a recurring thing that
You alienate with your toxic routine?
Blitzø: I don't know, eventually everyone goes
Moxxie: 'Cause you're thoughtless and cruel and you'll end up alone…
(Blitzø's perspective: )
Admit it, my dear boss, you don't know what you're doing half the time
And you depend on me and the missus
To manage your foolish flights of fancy
Blitzø: I don't need you!
I could do this shit on my own, SO easily!
Striker: But you don't want to do things alone, Blitz-o
Fizzarolli: You tried the solo act. It didn't work out so well! Mwahahahaha!
Verosika: Yet you still shove away anyone who gets too close
Until they resent you for being a SELFISH shitty SHIT-F**K!
Stolas: Are you afraid to love people, Blitzzzy?
Moxxie: I believe your subconscious is trying to tell you that
You simply cannot fathom proper intimacy, but also crave it as well
It's rather unfortunate, sir
Considering it's often how you treat those who stand by you, such as myself
Are you worried I may have enough of it one day as well?
Blitzø: Stop f**king talking, all of you!
(break)(agents are eating popcorn, watching B&M)
Stolas: You're going to die alone
Fizzarolli: You're going to die alone, Blitz-o. Hahahaha!
(Stolas: Blitzy will die alone. Blitzy is dying alone…)
Striker: You're gonna die alone, Blitz-o
Moxxie: Oh- You're gonna die alone, Blitz-o
(Moxxie's perspective: )
Blitzø: Why, Moxxie, why?
Have you held your true feelings inside?
Moxxie: I am scared of rejection
Blitzø: Why, Moxxie, why?
Do you have Millie put it in your butt?
Moxxie: It gives me an erection -Hey!
Blitzø: No need to hide
We accept your true feelings, so promise me
Moxxie: That I can do
B&M: To be true
Blitzø: The world is your anus, so peg it with honesty (Moxxie: -Ugh!)
Blitzø: l've been a jackass, it's true
Moxxie: You've been a jackass, it's true
Blitzø: But soon as we're back as ourselves
B&M: I will be a better friend than I was before
Moxxie: Be better at speaking my mind
B&M: And Together! we can begin to become
Fine.
Vocals: Brandon Rogers/Bryce Pinkham/Helluva Boss/Michael Romeo Ruocco/Richard Horvitz