Meltdown from Constant Crisis by Gregory Frost & Faction

You run hot. Your engine runs on rage.
You rub two sticks together till you get your flames.
He's burning orange, a flaming hate machine.
And he opens up the floodgates to the gasoline
Push the nerves to break down the Sparks ignite
Countdown to meltdown on the warning light

You fall apart. You're playing loose with the facts
You string 100 lies together and the world reacts
You don a crown your whole life is a ruse
Sit on the Golden throne of the jester. You're the king of fools
Push the nerves to break down the Sparks ignite
Countdown to meltdown on the warning light

You praise the Lord. When it's convenient to do you.
You bring the brimstone and sulfur when they protest you.
Betray your friends, you slither like a snake.
You tip the scale of Lady Justice in your skin is fake.

I almost feel sorry for your lack of control
How deep the bottom goes we may never know
Dig a hole with endless lies, the big grift is no surprise
Redline and blow your fears tonight

You fall apart when you don't get your way
You're triggered by all the critics and the things they say
You're trivial, small, callous and cruel
You read the truth about you then you blow your fuse.
Push the nerves to break down the Sparks ignite
Countdown to meltdown on the warning light

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