Lyrics
Frown on your face, a blackened heart
Looking for wrongs from the days start
You lean in close, you peer from afar
Tallying sins from every yard
You watch the blinds move
Like they owe you a name
Every mailbox step
Becomes fuel for your flame
You count all the neighbors
Like coins in your palm
Then drop one small rumor
And call it a charm
Hands on hips, little judge
Every word, a spark
You don’t want peace
You just want a mark
The catalyst, the catalyst
Karen is your rotten name
The catalyst, the catalyst
Do you ever feel any shame?
(You make it hit)
You cry so loud
You chomp at the bit
The catalyst, the catalyst
You bring the storm too soon
You spy like its your job
Like truth is a game
Then scream at the doorway
When no one says your name
A weed in the yard
Becomes war in your head
You scream like a child
When you don’t get fed
Hands on hips, little judge
Every word, a spark
You don’t want peace
You just want a mark
The catalyst, the catalyst
Karen is your rotten name
The catalyst, the catalyst
Do you ever feel any shame?
(You make it hit)
You cry so loud
You chomp at the bit
The catalyst, the catalyst
You bring the storm too soon
Pointing fingers, raising hell
Ringing every ugly tales bell
You want the world to bend your way
But all you do is rot the day
(Back off)
(Back off)
Your tantrum wears a grown-up face
Your reasons fall apart in place
Nosey bitch
Small-town clown
Break it down
Wear your frown
You start the blaze
Then beg for rain
You want the fame
You want the name
The catalyst, the catalyst
Karen is your rotten name
The catalyst, the catalyst
Do you ever feel any shame?
(You make it hit)
You cry so loud
You chomp at the bit
The catalyst, the catalyst
You bring the storm too soon
Frown on your face, a blackened heart
One more rumor, and the war starts