Here we go again just another fine day Greedy manipulators proudly standing in the way Here to stay, don’t fret Shiny objects and a net Masses (masters) like their hype, got the business model set You would never guess what, That’s right, we’re the pets Frantic mice in a maze as they place big bets Good luck on those words coming out of your mouth They’ll be taken on advisement with a sponsored shout-out Given so many options, won’t you gawk at menu Take a penny, leave a penny, got a side quest to send you Don’t you question golden rules, live to work, work to die Always on the verge of stardom, hopeless-endless death supply They can sham the lambs with scams, they know we’ll let it happen. Happen. You’ll stand to win a better hand if you continue napping, lappin’ They can sham the lambs with scams, they know we’ll let it happen. Happen. Sitting out without a plan and wondering why you’re trapped in, capped thin. Climb aboard let’s roll, bruisin cruisin merry-go Punch your ticket, lose control, captains on your radio All aboard let’s roll, bruisin cruisin merry-go Punch your ticket, lose control, captains on your radio Pipe-dreams to make you fly, an endless supply Got your tables all set, shiny object and a net. You would never guess what, that’s right, we’re the threats People power like a tower gives the crown a big sweat Good luck on those burdens coming out of your mouth They’ll be taken on advisement, piggy wagon’s en route Given so many options, won’t you gawk at the menu Take a beating, leave unfeeling, just a side pest to bend you They can sham the lambs with scams, they know we’ll let it happen. Happen. You’ll stand to win a better hand if you continue napping, lappin’ They can sham the lambs with scams, they know we’ll let it happen. Happen. Sitting out without a plan and wondering why you’re trapped in, capped thin.

Born, taught, take your spot Rituals and common talk Learn to trust your caretakers All without a second thought Who makes the rules? Perfect fitting shoes. Conform into a uniform & act like it’s a secret room. Raw soul extortion, manic crowd syndrome Drawn within in the lines of your little known window Cookie-cutter blues, gloom and doom news Divided up and conquered, always blameless in your in-group Lying to each other, indoctrinated madness, Validate the flash to disguise collective sadness Taken to the cleaners, a culture built on lies Peeling off your false-knit layers, nothing left to advertise Despise, never rise, kicking others down in life just to get a stupid prize Brain rot tribes, interest group cliques, monetizing death cuz it’s just another stock tip Mind you, the collective hype it will find you And society’s chains still will bind you Never leaving a dime behind you An eternal shell game to grind you The collective hype it will find you And society’s chains still will bind you Always leaving your mind behind you An eternal shell game to mime you It’s perpetual noise just to blind you Strip your agents away and divide you White-labeled clean box you can run to No humanity left inside you. Promises of grandeur. A groupthink-tank of lies. Boiling frogs so happy, shiny objects for the eyes Are you going their way? it’s a highway paved with greed All standards smashed to pieces, fine-print you didn’t read Hang out with the pros, just the ones that run your cult Condition pumped into your skull until they get the right result Pretend we’re all a raw subversive tearing down the systems-lever Claim to hate the mainstream noise only to join into the fever Inane, wasted games, we could all look the same and find somebody else to blame Brain rot lies, interest group tricks, manipulating minds with a dangled carrot-hand stick Mind you, the collective hype it will find you And society’s chains still will bind you Never leaving a dime behind you An eternal shell game to grind you The collective hype it will find you And society’s chains still will bind you Always leaving your mind behind you An eternal shell game to mime you It’s perpetual noise just to blind you Strip your agents away and define you White-labeled clean box you can run to No humanity left inside you Always sold “that’s the way it goes, don’t you know?” Just do what you’re told in the show for the corporate goals and molds, until it kills you Always sold “that’s the way it goes, don’t you know?” Just do what you’re told in the show for the corporate goals and molds, until it kills you Always sold “that’s the way it goes, don’t you know?” Just do what you’re told in the show for the corporate goals and molds, until it kills you Always sold “that’s the way it goes, don’t you know?” Just do what you’re told in the show for the corporate goals and molds, until it kills you.

69 bpm, get in where you fit in Masters say I'm not invited, don’t remember asking them Spend up all your time tap dancing to their circus A synchronized army of the retail subversives Subculture dupes, turned status quo troops Eating up their energy, fash-policin’ zoot-suits Stay in the hip-clique line, or get out the room Mindless zombies overtime, counterculture necktie. Welcome In! The Vanity Cult it needs you my friend We’ll be with you till the end. You must fit in, but this ain’t the mainstream We have far less rules Just do exactly what’s written Come right in, the Vanity Cult we need you again We’re here with you until the end Just fit in, and don’t complain We’re not the industry folks, Our suits and ties are extra thin Secret handshakes, claims to fame Hang up all you got just to play their game Tally up the clone troops, they’re all like glue So unique that they do the same as you do. Do you remember the days before contrivance? Less lethal plastic people forcing payment by compliance We used to create because he had raw passion in us, It wasn’t just a gimmick made to win up all the business Perpetual theater, a climbing elevator Forgot the reason why, that DIY is what had made us No mound of gold can save us, worth more than fiscal vapors Character invaders made of caricature flavors 69, bpm, get in where you fit in Bigwigs say that I’m not hired don’t remember applying Spend up all your time crowdsourcing like a servant A synthesized army of the big fail coercives Subculture troops turned status quo dupes Eating up their energy, fash-policin’ zoot-suits Stay in the hip-clique line, or get out the room Mindless zombie pantomime, counterculture necktie Welcome in! The Vanity Cult it needs you my friend We’ll be with you till the end You must fit in, but this ain’t the mainstream We have far less rules, just do exactly what’s written Come right in, the Vanity Cult we need you again We’re here with here you until the end Just fit in, and don’t complain, we’re not the industry folks, Our suits and ties are extra thin Secret handshakes, claims to fame, Hang up all you got, play their game Tally up the clone troops, they’re all like glue So unique that they’ll do the same as you do.

Skin robots with their etch-a-sketch thoughts Refuse to sink in till the water’s hot Uneasy playing to voids in a desert plot Only study group approved from the standard crops Can’t flop when it’s scripted, NDs not allowed All your blood on the floor would stir a wonderful crowd Stand-in-the-line where every-body sounds the same All those original thoughts will be selecting your grave They wanna trademark you Step up, claim your ticket. There’s only one true rule: Copy, rinse, repeat it. When there’s no need for you, Plenty, where you came from. Pop-hype, expendable fools, Fake it till you break it. Take it to the bank it’s just a repeat of past feats And parodies of maladies for cash when the weak seek it, Empty out your soul and gold for puppet shows and glass ceilings Leave us all alone you’ve gained enough shares from troll-leeching I’ve got a hole for you, since diggings what you like to do Fuck your insufferable rules, hype doesn’t run me too. Just when you thought they were finished They ask another penance It's all monetary Transactional fairy tales for all the grownups Perpetual donuts Then run around in circles like promotional blowups They wanna trademark you from your tunes to your moves Break you like a mule, ride your soul to the moon When no need for you, they’ll move to the next room Just expendable fools, pop hype drool is your tomb Take it to the bank it’s just a repeat of past feats And parodies of maladies for cash when the weak seek it, Empty out your soul and gold for puppet shows and glass ceilings Leave us all alone you’ve gained enough shares from troll-leeching I’ve got a goal for you, Since grifting’s what you like to do, Fuck your insufferable ghouls, Hype is the king of fools. They wanna trademark you Step up, claim your ticket. There’s only one true rule: Copy, rinse, repeat it. When there’s no need for you, Plenty, where you came from. Pop-hype, expendable fools, Fake it till you break it. Fake it till you break it.

Flying through the door at 100 M.P. Everybody’s nonplussed, not a soul seeing me Ain’t the wealthy or connected, never seen on the TV No fifteen minutes of commercials saying “hey remember me?” Not so funny, cute, and talented without a meet and greet Get ordained by the gatekeepers cause it’s all an industry Who gives a damn about DIY, does it put butts in the seats They’ve got some cutters for those cookies cuz the dough is extra sweet But you just wait until there’s something that begins to move their feet Another story, fame and glory til you’re a useless doggy treats It’s just a job to these fuckers, a fee. Another product to be sold in the street. A viral chart of empty darts replacing short term memories Rinse and repeat, it’s all a scheme to please the braindead endlessly It’s just a job to these fuckers, a fee, turn human heart into a cog industry. Hindsight’s 20/20 when consensus thumbs it up Legendary intuition matching suckers with their chumps Who gives a damn bout DIY, will it give me another buck Need fifteen seconds of attention to repeat and play it up Not so funny, cute and talented without a meet and greet Get ordained by the gatekeepers because it’s all an industry Who gives a damn bout DIY if there’s no butts in the seats They’ve got some buttons for those stickers til it’s time to take the heat We’re trading heartbeats for a dollar, fight for scraps in the yard Rich-leader musical chairs has taking everyone so far Treating the cartel corporations out for drinks at the bar All while the average human soul is nursing state sponsored scars I ain’t no sleuth, I’ve got no youth but I’ll take unfiltered truth A whole eternity of lies distracting eyes from the sky It’s not some rocketed-sciented fact These grifters laugh at the knives in our back. “Hey you what’s-your-opinion on this pop hype distraction? We need all the controversy for our top hype reaction.” I think die motherfucker. I say goodbye motherfucker. “But can you give a sound bite that will excite all of emotions for the zombie invasion army of unbridled devotion?” Fuck all your schemes motherfucker. You won't take me for sucker. And you just wait til there’s something that begins to make em think A different gear that makes em fear there’s no more boots put on our cheek It’s just a job to these fuckers a fee, Making the servants do their dirt work for free. A viral chart of empty darts replacing short-term memories Rinse and repeat it’s all a scheme to please the peasants fast-asleep. It’s just a job to these fuckers a fee Another product to be sold on the street We sell our lives just to suffer (shell shell shell) Regurgitate the written numbers (sell sell sell) Repeat and prize your bloody blunders (hell hell hell) Then act surprised when we go under (well well well) So I say bye motherfucker (wish you well) Right through the door you pick a number (see you in hell) It’s past the time we put you under (under the cell) It’s a disease your love to plunder (corporate cartel) Eyes glued wide open just to focus on flash Cradle to grave, outrage, fame, and cash They never gave a fuck about the average human soul A price tag, a product, worthless trinkets, vapid goals Eyes glued wide open just to focus on flash Cradle to grave, outrage, fame, and cash They never gave a fuck about the average human soul A price tag, a product, worthless trinkets, vapid goals “Hey you, what’s-your-opinion on this pop hype hot topic? We need all the controversy for our hot biopic.” I think you lie motherfucker. I say goodBye motherfucker. “But can you give a sound bite that will excite all of emotions for the zombie invasion army of unbridled devotion?” Back on your skis motherfucker. You won't take me for a sucker. It’s just a job to these fuckers a fee It’s just a job to these fuckers a fee It’s just a job to these fuckers a fee Another product to be sold in the street. A viral chart of empty darts replacing short term memories rinse and repeat it’s all a scheme to lull the peasants back to sleep, It’s just a job to these fuckers, a fee. Another product to be sold in the street.

Always a catch, born into a net daze Always the pet, scorned unto the next phase Vultures with jets, common folks a rat race Born into debt, don’t you know that crime pays Told not to fret, look onto the golden days Persistent threat, lulled into a comfort haze Catch 22, got everything to do with you Rewards for the few, learn to beg and read the rules Extra-Extra, no time to lecture The collectives made at ease from the short-sighted specter Steady diet, empty lies, without a will to criticize Just get those eyes back on the prize, it’s all been built to seize the cries. Rally round the doctrine’s prong To keep the lights on Chant your favorite ancient law A constant fight song Ducked out on reality Until your last day Cycle doesn’t make no sense trapped in a rat maze All in it together, curious weather Imbalance passed as common, perpetual straw men Ushered to the door, know your rank’s floor Why’d you ask for more? You get what you paid for Hand-planted debt, too poor to escape the net Garden-V criminals, straight to jail is literal Greedy power hungry fools, always free to break the rules have their cake and too, good thing they can pick and choose Extra-Extra, a timed conjecture The free thinkers put at ease after the flash mob pressure Steady diet, empty lies, without a will to criticize Just get those eyes back on the lies All built to suffocate your cries Rally round the doctrine’s prong To keep the lights on Chant your favorite ancient law A constant fight song Ducked out on reality Until your last day Cycle doesn’t make no sense Zapped in a rat maze Rally round the doctrine’s prong To keep the lights on Chant your favorite ancient law A constant fight song Fucked off on reality An actuality A cycle making perfect sense for your fatality.

Is this on? I said is this on? Like the mindless robotic systems on our back every waking moment wanting us to comply and react and pretend we like working for a corporate scheme cuz they’d have nothing without people joining their fucking club. Club me in the face, some blood’s worths the taste A thousand volumes deeper than this shitty rat race Swapping breath out for a dollar at their stupid ant farm Watching nicely-suited psychos preaching “do no harm” Must get every damn opinion from the biggest known stars Public figures, trophy winners, need you ringing their alarm Justice only really matters when it’s worthy of the ink Slap your fucking barcode on and keep the owners in the pink Eat-consume, sleep and breed that is all you could need Transform life into transactions greed is all that you can see Narrow focus, land a locusts, only care for your surroundings Don’t forget the tv, they’re your friends to keep you grounded Nothing new, no innovation, not the type we should pursue An ignoramus zombie nation taught to fit in with the crew Every version we create another catch 22 Smile and grin at one another like we’re not part of the zoo.

Glory-Armageddeon on the loose Pilfered by society’s plastic noose Crave some empty platitudes, we got that too Sunshine-class formalities, hive mind zoo Template-crafted niceties, vapid stew They’ve printed out instructions but say “you be you” Corporate-sponsored shell games to numb the truth Fuck raw originality, love golden goose Magic, yeah they never really had it But we keep falling for it Their fables systematic With death cults for the addicts White noise passed off as life tips Just focus on the prize Don’t step out of the line It's finely tuned, sublime. Back-flips! They never had-shit. Just brainy tactics and flash theatrics. To get us off their back It’s a revolution, or is it for the cameras? Is this thing even on ya? Missed staging your persona Millions and millions, billions and trillions Yet cry like they’re victims, the farce is strong with them They care about this end: the bottom line blitz win They’ll never hit this chin, Fuck all your inventions of shallow conventions Humanity stripped thin, to balance a lynchpin Regurgitated tropes, from self righteous dopes Keep the weak on the ropes with commoditized hope No platform or sponsorship nope But here’s a quick note, to all you ghouls on your boats: Your toxic business model is dead, an antiquated-dote Just get off our throats, and go fucking choke, we cut your tight rope. Pop-hype hacks, ransacking the past Keep your poisonous gas, we’ll keep our conscious in tact It ain’t no mystery. We making history They make no sense to me. Fuck the industry. Gory-Armageddeon sordid leech Trickle down egos on electric leash Crave our empty calories, they make it sweet Bubble-gum banalities to tame the street Template crafted niceties, vapid treats They’ve written out your manuals but say “keep it neat” Corporate sponsored shell games to hide the cheats Fuck human emotion, we consume and eat Back-flips. They never had-shit. Just brainy tactics. And flash theatrics. To get us off their backs- it’s no revolution, extreme exclusion A cult intrusion, kill all your illusions. They just can’t stop it: it’s record profits Keep playing the pop hits, lecturing in optics Humanity stripped thin, to balance a lynchpin Fuck all your inventions and shallow conventions!

Big time scalers fit for a magazine They’ve got it all figured out Tucking their work shirts into jeans D-suite management, brass, and they wear many hats Trading labor away for a kick in the ass What’s the hierarchy map in this petri dish trap? Five year plans from the man, won’t get your dignity back Let’s take a crack at this nut, full of professional liars Ain't no mental health days just profit pacifiers Defy em, and see what happens, this world is transactions To make you feel passion from pushing a wagon, A thought for the day, fuck your 401k. A designed interest rate, keep your poisonous dates All so comforted in the less egregious sin So busy counting our wins, to start just questioning them Accountability nope, just cut that page out the note Book your vacation to hope, itineraries been wrote. Breathless lifeless corpses on the floor You forgot to clock in at least an hour more, Overlords need you back just for one more thing This is what you’re living for, the american dream Mainstream in your veins, can you feel the pain? Take another hit of glory from the bottomless drain Pull strings for the kings to collect their bling Snuff each other out like varmint to protect their things Played a part from the false start Just to tear out your own heart: a reaction, transaction. Built their puzzles laced with blood And now you’re faced in the mud: redaction, subtraction. Took your cues from ancient news And now you’re paid to sing the blues: distraction, refraction. Hold the weak up to a standard While corruption gets a lanyard: inaction, a faction. Long time flailers, fit for an empty scene They’ve got it all figured out, taking their orders from a screen A seniority trap, making business cards clap Trading labor away for a kick in the ass A formality map in this petri dish trap Scrap those plans for the man, let’s take our dignity back And take a whack at this nut, full of professional liars, Ain't no sane one among profiteer pacifiers Defy em, let’s see what happens, we’ll churn their transactions, Won’t ever feel passion from pushing their wagon. A thought for the day, fuck a word that they say, Fuck their lies, and their hate, nothings worth that high rate All so comforted in the less egregious sins, it’s time to join with our friends and start just questioning them. Accountability ropes, let’s sabotage their bank notes Book their retirement coats, see who’s the realist cutthroat. Breathless lifeless corpses on the floor You forgot to clock in at least an hour more, Overlords need you back just for one more thing This is what you’re living for, the american dream Mainstream in your veins, can you feel the pain? Take another hit of glory from the bottomless drain Pull strings for the kings to collect their bling Snuff each other out like varmint to protect their things Played a part from the false start Just to tear out your own heart: a reaction, transaction. Built their puzzles laced with blood And now you’re faced in the mud: a redaction, subtraction. Took your cues from ancient news And now you’re paid to sing the blues: a distraction, refraction. Hold the weak up to a standard While corruption gets a lanyard: inaction, a faction. Part from the false start, tear out your own heart, woodchipper Puzzles laced with blood, face down in the mud, woodchipper Cues from ancient news, paid to sing the blues. woodchipper Weak held to a standard, corruption gets a lanyard, woodchipper

Here’s another drone, symbiotic clone, synchro-clapping like a seal Work and tap dance for a meal, never be the squeaky wheel Run with groupthink inner-class folks, peasants for the mass ropes Shoulder of giant assholes Hold up. it’s all big business, skydad’s my witness We can’t fit in this, with no cult to grift us Just learn all the names, a map to the fame That's all that matters, we live to flatter Folks taking dope on the rope, hallelujah. Drown, like a clown, buttoned down, how’d that suit ya? Darts against the board, but never bored It’s a simple deal, you sweat and they steal Just a self made human, can’t see why you’re losing Silver spoon attached at birth, an entitled cruise-ship berth Folks taking dope on the rope, hallelujah Down in a round, hollow clown, how’d that suit ya? Dopes taking tropes on the rope, hallelujah Drown in a round, hollow clown, how’d that suit ya? Serfs between the sword and elite lords That’s just when they’re bored, another conquest hoard Try to put up a fight, they’ll confiscate your rights Pretend you’re safe and tight to chase your tail all night Slaves, labeled reigns, polished chains, hallelujah Vain, claims to fame, tamed and trained, how’d that suit ya? Lost, at your cost, passions tossed, hallelujah, Drained, sold and shamed, to a game, how’s that new ya? Here’s another drone, symbiotic clone, synchro-clapping like a seal Work and tap dance for a deal, never be the squeaky wheel Run with groupthink member-class folks, peasants for the mass ropes Shoulder of giant assholes Hold up. It’s all big business, skydad’s my witness We can’t fit in this, with no cult to grift us Just learn all the names, a map to the fame That's all that matters, we live to flatter. Folks taking dope on the rope, hallelujah Down in around, hollow clown, how’d that suit ya? Dopes taking tropes on the rope, hallelujah Drown in around, hollow clown, how’d that suit ya? Validation, Graduation, swarm mind, idle nation Playing to the score of a cookie cutter foundation Praise authentic strides, show you love originality Then hide into a corner, paint the world with generality. Validation, Graduation, swarm mind, idle nation Playing to the score of a cookie cutter foundation Praise authentic strides, show you love originality Then hide into a corner, paint the world with generality

They say put trust in us, just see the best in us. Put all your lives down on the counter, we'll be swift and just Do all the right things, follow the hype strings It’s guaranteed we’re on your side just like a flight team. A little closer now, we need your profile Another snap so we know where to send the dough to ya Beware of other tribes, they’re from another side Just hide your ears and eyes and mind and give another dime Another mind hits the dust before it even had a chance Aren’t you tired of this orchestrated corporated dance? They take a mile and a coke, grin and smile as we choke Sordid hands, fast romance, boiled bath, death finance Holes in pockets lined with hands, claiming shit they conjured-up Mobbed up but official, state approved, outta luck. Give a fuck, no I don’t, centuries lost, blowing smoke Leaving people always broke, propped with credit, stolen hope Divide and conquer’s not a trope, more like a business model boat, Confined to a moat, we’re charged to float A smash and grab job, that's what it is Just let these peasants duke it out, it’s show biz All their technology and big wigs, yet self destruction on repeat like little kids What do they say to us? “Just buck up.” The system’s working super smooth, it’s so clutch. We scuff up your hand it’s a scam We muck-up your plan it’s a bluff We fuck-up your clan that’s a scam We disrupt the corrupt that’s enough Flashy-lights to your life’s subtraction, faux satisfaction, status-quo traction Exploited actions, groupthink contraptions, to glean a reaction from the zombie faction Oh what a surprise, too big for those eyes, extort the supplies Glide high on those lies, they live and we die, a matter of time Pretend it’s alright, suburban blight, you got no fuckin rights But play the high life, labeled, spar as we fight For a spot on the dais, reward to play nice Trot the maze like good mice, toe the sinking hot-line There’s no questions they like, just repeat the corporate diet We scuff up your hand that’s a scam We muck up your plan it’s a bluff We fuck up your clan that’s a scam Self disrupt the corrupt that’s enough We scuff up your hand that’s a scam We muck up your plan it’s a bluff We fuck up your clan that’s a scam Self disrupt the corrupt that’s enough They figured “trust in us” was enough Free thought with caveat shuffles and crust Can’t crack us unpredictable nuts. Unreplaceable punk doesn’t rust. Just keep your eyes off the substance and keep playing with toys Constant death and destruction, blood thirsty cowboys Yeehaw, kill em all, work and spend the mall Got another dime to shell ya, you shall eat it down and smile Got that luck? No we don’t, trust is lost, peasants broke Propped with credit, stolen hope, divide and conquer in a moat A smash and grab job, of your shit. The systems working hard to shut your eyelids. We scuff up your hand that’s a scam We muck up your plan it’s a bluff We fuck up your clan that’s a scam We disrupt the corrupt that’s enough We scuff up your hand that’s a scam We muck up your plan it’s a bust We fuck up your clan that’s a scam We disrupt the corrupt that’s enough A smothered grind, feeded lust to keep the workers in a trance While we’re blind to this orchestrated corporated dance They’ll take a mile as a joke, grin and smile at your stroke Sordid hands, fast romance, boiled bath, death finance Holes in a pockets lined with hands, claiming shit they conjured-up Propped up and official, state approved, outta luck A slash and nab job, that's what it is The system’s working like it should, a show biz. We scuff up your hand that’s a scam We muck up your clan it’s a bust We fuck up your plan that’s a scam Self-destruct the corrupt, that's enough.

Groupthink hive, what a time to be alive Everybody plays their parts like a 9 to 5 You’ve got no questions, nor do I Life’s a bitch and then you die We just pretend to look alive Fine-tune ballet or belly-dive There's simple rules: Get richer. Paint the proper picture. Divide serfs against themselves makes control much quicker. Complain about complainers, whine about the whiners Beat your chest with all that hate, your shares a pocket liner For tycoons, rich loons, treating life like a cartoon Pumping poison into your brain and smile and sell you that it’s raining. The paralysis, it’s real. You’v’e been sold another shiny rotten deal The same species discovered steel Then push and shove in line for first place at the hamster wheel Big deals, bigger egos, Where all the masses (masters) say to look is we think we need to go And not homegrown, a big time racket, A giant game with glossy names complete with neatly striped brackets Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking A whimsical game, system runners all the same Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking A whimsical game, system runners all the same Let’s do some cool shit and not some bullshit How many times must we line up in a grind Chewed for wind-ups all the time Seems like our favorite past-time Build a shrine, bow to mine Selfie sign, fame and fortune till you die Why oh why? Save obligatory waivers, it is doing you no favors This world is fuckin sick, just a bone that we can pick And therein lies the lick, chase the stick, have your pick They’re so ham-fisted dangling that shit Big spiels, obsessive ego, the machine protects itself Refuse to let our nature to grow, it’s straight up faux A big time racket, a venal game that aims to maim complete with whack-a-mole jackets Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking A whimsical game, system runners all the same Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking A whimsical game, system runners all the same Time to take it back, from their big loot sack We’ve had enough of hacks, leaving our future jacked Time to take it back, from their big loot sack We’ve had enough of hacks, leaving our future jacked It’s time to flip the stack, expose their big fruit bag, We’re bout to hit them back, they’re gonna get ransacked We make some noise, they give us toys. We write the songs, they send us bombs. We want some feeling, they want us squealing. We point at needs, they make us bleed. It’s repetition every day, they’ve set the games we’re meant to play Without a chance of any change, a lie to get you into place Empowered people in the masses, burn the system down, it crashes Not a tear from one of us, your calm (karma) has put you in the dust Rigged deals, obsessive ego An oligarchy for itself, refuse to let our nature grow A straight up faux (foe), a big time racket A venal game that aims to maim complete with whack a mole jackets. Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking A whimsical game, system runners all the same Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking A whimsical game, system runners all the same.

Utah, get me two, or three, if you please. Chasing gangster surfers got me wheezy in the knees Whoa, Bodhi Brah, If I may inquire, Is jumping outta planes such a thing you desire? Bloody wolves are chasing me through some blue inferno Robbing banks at night so I can dime to Feds what I know Tyler, where did you go? Hi my name is Neo. Escaping from the Matrix but forgot to check my ego John Constantine that’s your right hand man. Dogstar, take it down, that’s the name of my band A Bill from Ted, a John Wick candle That Replicas budget might just be another scandal. Devil’s Advocate with a fake southern drawl Lomax had no chance, scene chewers took it all He’s the Watcher, got the Gift, got The Whole Truth too Pop quiz hot shot, Speed will send you for a loop Guess who, John Mnemonic, nice to meet you, how you do? I want fucking room service and a club sandwich too, Hot hookers for Shane Falco and a Cyberpunk brew And I just about forgot that I know Kung Fu. I know my rights, I want my phone call Even with my mouth shut, I will tear this fucker up I am an F. B. I. AGENT I’ll know my rights till the earth stands still, Even with a bad batch, I will keep my fuckin chill. I am an F. B. I. AGENT Trinity should help me take this cord out of my neck Can’t say I’m coming or I’m goin’ Zion’s like a prison deck I hear that paying much attention can take you a long long way I am the Man of Tai Chi so I’ll get there when I say With the Wild Wyld Stallions coming like a gunshot Station nation, Death invasion, missy “mom” is so hot SanDimas High School Football Rules, Fore Score is cool for school Dog Boy, Wick 2, where’s that Rufus phone booth? Excellent, an adventure, not Bram Stoker’s, Swedish Dicks I’m the Prince of Pennsylvania, not the one in Providence. Take a Walk in the Clouds, My Own Private Idaho Siberia, Thumbsucker, you don’t really wanna know A Street King is for life, Sweet November to the Bone Generation um, Numb, Neon Demon fly home Looking for that final wave, something grandiose No more shooting at the sky, vaya con dios. I know my rights, I want my phone call, Even with my mouth shut, I will tear this fucker up. I am an F. B. I. AGENT I’ll know my rights till the earth stands still, Even with a bad batch, I will keep my fuckin chill. I am an F. B. I. AGENT I give you the finger at a Destination Wedding Guess who's playing Hardball with your head to keep you sweating? I am an F. B. I. AGENT A Chain Reaction, Knock Knock, You’re Dead I Love You to Death, till we reach the River’s Edge. I am an F. B. I. AGENT.

Ignite the feelings that confine you, inhibitions Burn bright that seething fright around you, new ignition. Despite the fleeting trends abound to, trick your senses Excite that raw internal value, new cognition. So much wasted time, can’t even call it mine The clock-hands mock me a ticking lock see Forever lost in survival mode that’s got us by the throat No time for questions though, please. Once you’ve escaped the desert lounge That's when real stage fright crowns It’s a game like round meant to beat you down Life itself is the joke, well trained mice just to poke Conform our fiercest rage into a nice catch phrase. Fake-devils proxy, a savior’s tossed plea Take a score of lost keys, take a look who’s upbeat After their own posse, pours the gas on our street Harmful gains distract the counterweight of our fleet, Tear it down, remove their crowns, why is it so renowned? These princes got no gowns Since they respect take downs, let's shake these harmful clowns Until their boots shake out the mounds of stolen pounds. If they decide to, they’re gonna find you, It cuts right down to, the traits that bind you No fear to blind you or disallow you from peace inside you, Claim back your heart. Ignite the feelings that confine you, inhibitions Burn bright that seething fright around you, new ignition. Despite the fleeting trends abound to, trick your senses Excite that raw internal value, new cognition. So much for drawing boundary lines, oversteppers all the time Pain and suffering is fine, but please donate to my shrine Vapid flat baselines, privileged set to whine and dine To the score of your demise, then we’re shocked and all surprised Can’t keep track of all the lies, nice to sleep in a disguise Hard to open up your eyes, when grifters drown you in their guise Good morning patron, I’ve got your your apron You can finish work when they consume all you’re making A devil’s hat trick, but nothing that slick Just collect those flog sticks, you’ll take all the long licks Yes your own posse can become bossy Once the harmful gains dilute the strength of your street Tear it down, remove those crowns, ask why it's so renowned, These princes got no gowns Since they respect take downs, let's shake these harmful clowns Until their gowns shake out their mounds of stolen pounds Ignite the feelings that confine you, inhibitions Burn bright that seething fright around you, new ignition. Despite the fleeting trends abound to, trick your senses Excite that raw internal value, new cognition.

Strictly monetary (coin in the slot) Complexity is scary (live how you’re taught) That’s your obituary (die alone in a cart) It’s just a fair game (fixed from the start) How’s it all workin’ out (tilted head at a wreck) Promised a white picket fence (and now you’re hitting the deck) They kept on tellin’ me (everything is nicely planned) Just trust the mainstream operation (buy a family van) Must mime these actions out (a finely-tuned performance) Mass-producing losing ruins (cuz they like the right hits) You’ll need to point out all the bullies, to me Let’s wash that smile off their face, for free Take back some pride and wasted space, for you, for me, Have had enough of vapid traits, it needs to cease Take down their system with a quake, the people free Let’s give their soul another wash, machine, so clean Empire buried in the sea, you’ll see, agree Their fake ass power never meant a thing, to me. These old rules, destroy you March in tune, join the crew Status quo, gets you stuck Switched out with, replicas These old rules, destroy you March in tune, join the crew Status quo, gets you stuck Switched out with, replicas. Been doing it wrong, tumble dryer on Turn it up to ten, plutocratic swan song Fuck their good graces, feeble empty spaces Wishy-washy phrases to entrance the lifeless crazes Had it up to here, yelling in my ear Constant heart-manipulators pumpin’ out their fear Sells like sex, Oedipus Rex, trapped into a cycle, a consumer subject These old rules, destroy you March in tune, join the crew Status quo, gets you stuck Switched out with, replicas These old rules, destroy you March in tune, join the crew Status quo, gets you stuck Switched out with, replicas

What you think about this What you think about that Has the scene been grounded? Is it real established? What you think about this What you think about that Benchmarked to a soundtrack Validate on your graph 360 in every way all day Herded into a masqueraded play Can’t get a wink not without the hype of the day Well funded cheats never hearing a word that we say All got a fix for the world we’re living today Can’t even replace the hate out their own damn face Hard work and talent, just put in the hours, great. Hard work and silent, just heel to masters, slave. Not even words for the waste in all this space Confirm what’s wrong just to nod & keep the pace Faux rebels screaming in their custom designer shirts A druid swarm leaking cash for their blank adverts I’d rather die with original eyes near the flies These fucking maps that they’ve drawn for us are all lies Reprise the greatest hits, that’s it All here in life that was meant for us, is missed. Can keep that life hack fun of the day to yourself It’s time to put the system’s toys right back away on the shelf It all protects itself this whole machine they’ve built And just to rationalize to wash away the guilt. Fuck you. I’m talking to you, but me too This old slew, of counterproductive voodoo A whole school of sociopathic crews A world built for strongest infractions to rule All Ponzi schemes Built to extort you Stunt all your dreams Enthralled to a false truth Thrown away without a say every day Escorted to a masqueraded decay Can’t get a wink not without some tripe in the way They live to cheat while ignoring the value we lay. The fix is in for the world we live in today, Ideas of peace is a subjugated display Rise up a ladder just to slide to your own grave Normalized & neatly trimmed, enslaved. Fuck you. I’m talking to you, but me too. This old slew, of counterproductive voodoo. A whole school of sociopathic crews A world built for the strongest infractions to rule. Fuck you. I’m talking to you, but me too This old slew, of counterproductive voodoo A whole school of sociopathic crew, A world built for the strongest infractions to rule. All Ponzi schemes Built to extort you Stunt all your dreams Enthralled to a false truth All Ponzi schemes Built to extort you Stunt all your dreams Enthralled to a false truth