You’re so delusional, yea/Go and feed your appetite/And gorge on the weak to relieve your lies
Tuck draws the not so subtle comparison between negative influences and leeches. He seems to take pride in these elementary analogies. And together – with the inanimate guitar riffs, and phlegmatic chorus – it flounders around like a fish out of water. BFMV is in desperate need of a reality check.