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