[Verse 1]
The paint flecked off of my thoughts last night
The material beneath it didn't catch much light
It settled up a bet I can't remember making
Owe myself the revelation: I don't owe you anything
Your manic manacles- I unfettered 'em, babe
You're a failure without me- four whole letter grades,
Moral bankruptcy, you're indebted for days
If this is who you really are, it's better you never stayed
I'll profess a confession:
Your mess was missin progression
Your best is hidin' in silence
You haven't learned any lessons
And how you guess is pathetic
But you're pathetic, I get it
This couldn't set your persona
Unless you honestly let it
So big ups, congratulations
Kudos to you,
To have the balls to fall below and call it lateral moves
Go 'head and pause for applause, a single-finger salute
For your fancy new delusion- did he buy that for you?

These are my revelations.

[Verse 2]
When I was lookin' at the tatters of the matter of us
Wonderin' at which fuckin' action had us shatter and bust
Sittin' siftin' in dust, an epiphany struck
Can't believe I didn't see it- you're a bitch and you suck
Oh, I can see you; I believe you can't go harder than your best
But your weakness beats inside you like the heart in your chest
And at the hardest of tests, you only chartered a mess,
Can you call yourself a martyr in a suicide vest?
I'm a too-snide guest to a terrible host
You haven't offered me a drink or even taken my coat
If you didn't want me over, please accept my apology
Following your open invite to this shitty pity party-
It's an itty-bitty sorry but it's honest, I promise,
'Cause since you became a baby, bein' by you is awkward
Maybe it's grounded in being grown-up and cocksure
But your crib's sorta surrounded by a bunch of fuckin' dog turds

I mean, you live with 'em.
Probly used to that shit.

[Bridge]

(Vocal Runs)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

These are my revelations.

These are my revelations.

These are my revelations!

These are my revelations.

[Verse 3]
If you did not wanna be a target,
What's the signals you're sendin me?
My radar's like a work of art lit up with unfriendly things
If you don't wanna aggro, step the fuck off my borders
War's a never-changing machine and I got no fuckin' quarters
Fact, I got nothin' but orders to tour-de-force with ordinance
As a foreign aggressor, it's in concordant accordance
Blast your ass a whole calendar year- cannons and mortars
I can't stand you anymore- my person cannot afford it
You're too weak-minded and sordid when your chips are all down
And we've drove past the places I coulda sorted you out
So for self-preservation, I'll keep my hands to myself
Your cards are under the table- I'll label mine on the shelf
Let me tell you in certainty, respond to your words to me
You asked for it, so now Travis Abshear's your enemy
Your number's up, honey; call your jersey retired
The only things we have in common now
Are blood and fucking fire
Yeah

[Outro]

These are my revelations.

These are my revelations.

These are my revelations!

These are my revelations.