Sinflation

Lyrics

[Intro] And so when you look from that perspective, they don't have the whole picture A long time ago, we were talking about the process of putting a puzzle together or not having all the pieces, and as we see the pieces, we try to make a match, and sometimes they don't match, and they don't make sense And when you find a missing piece all of a sudden, you get, uh, really understand what the pictures about secret (The dirty little secret) (Some might be surprised to learn that the fate of America's economy is a dirty little secret) [Chorus] Today, tomorrow, six months, next year They have always held the keys to your fears (The dirty little secret) Fast-forward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears are shed to the Creator But it was all made-up Generation after generation, tell me what changes History keeps repeating itself for ages (The dirty little secret) [Verse 1] He was driving a Tesla model S playing loud music He drove into an EMP storm and got electrocuted Trust fund lawyers were recruited, lawsuits were instituted "The electric car killed him", prove it! Quantum evolution, quantum conducive Quantum revolution rap music, quantum electrocution Transformed him into a mutant, infrared eyesight lucid Sharpen the picture, fine-tune it or lose it God's gift, optic oculus rift; look around your environment But keep your composure, now what do you think? I think it's all gone to shit, these problems can't be fixed I think the only solution is reset They say comply or die, regroup on your side Or mine and stop making excuses about why Keep an eye on the micro, but notice the macro The bottom line is, our slave masters are assholes [Chorus] Today, tomorrow, six months, next year They have always held the keys to your fears (The dirty little secret) Fast-forward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears are shed to the Creator But it was all made-up (The dirty little secret) It ain't today, tomorrow, six months, or next year They enjoy playing off of all our fears Fast-forward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears are shed to the Creator We don't worship no paper (The dirty little secret) [Verse 2] Preach, the higher the peak, the lower we are forced to dig deep The best outcome is always out of reach Do you agree to disagree about hope? Course you don't Believe everything they see, you'll never see through the smoke You say you know the ledge, that's just a theoretical edge To make the world a better place you need more than a pledge Trust no one, even yourself And this includes the person giving, receiving or needing some help But you sold them your soul and they stretched out your donut hole You only know what you were told, not what you behold The collapse is simultaneously triggered Now you know what it feels like to be a statistic Poor sons of bitches ain't allowed to make decisions We're middle-class midgets living off of Third World figures They say the economy's grown But if you look, there's more vacant homes than homeless people living on the road (The dirty little secret) [Chorus] Today, tomorrow, six months, next year They have always held the keys to your fears Fast-forward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears are shed to the Creator But it was all made-up (The dirty little secret) It ain't today, tomorrow, six months, or next year They enjoy playing off of all our fears Fast-forward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears are shed to the Creator We don't worship no paper (The dirty little secret) [Verse 3] You stop getting chances when you stop taking 'em So just follow your orders, never question who's making them "Let us hold hands, let us pray with him" Excuse me, what's your name again? "Okay, we'll have another round of Jameson Drink up, rejoice, let's pretend we always have a choice 'Cause we sure as hell never had a voice" The day of reckoning, your last will and testament Text-messaging, emergency services still testing pings Black Swan psychologists could've been worse, they could've been communists Objection sustained, McCarthyism, counselor A complete monopoly, this is proper hip-hop verbosity Show you how it be and how it look to me They build, destroy, recycle, that's how they get it done Vocal percussions, no interruptions Perfection, soundproof coffins, the haunted eavesdrop too often It's always me and the Lord when I'm talking Taking long walks on winter beaches, falling With splinters and blisters and the sound of whispering torment The guillotines are sharpening, their background music is ominous Laying there naked dying from insomnia Hungry 'cause they starving us, gun sentries, hall monitors Droning and daunting, my dear long-armed darlings We are death-marching, ritual, sinister, barefoot prisoners Dig a hole so POWs can shit in it Prisoners during peacetime, peaceful and primitive We never could understand, what the fuck is a derivative? Admit it: we were all deceived with such relative ease Only because we dared to dream They stole control with a single act of multiple hacks They were literal, visceral, non-physical attacks City-wide but then the chaos metastasized to the countryside We cried, our Bill of Rights were nullified So miserable, so sad, I don't ever think I've felt this bad Feelings are emotions, emotions are scams Wealth intimidates poor people more than violence So they hide it, I've been on both sides of the fence The common man changed to behave as a slave Reading Elliott waves in a daze on a Forex page When Braveheart was brought to King's Court, he was shackled in chains I heard him say, "That was an unwinnable game" [Outro] Simple put, the plan.. The plan is to create this rush to take dirty little secret like passengers from sinking ship to lifeboats Once the lifeboats are filled to capacity, they will be sunk The takeover of America's already happened The collaborators have already been installed We are now on a path to complete subjugation of a larger global system of governance If you continue to doubt this, how else would you explain the governmental acquiescence of self-destruction? And who will attempt to discredit the validity of the information offered here? The more intellectually astute will look beyond the statistics of it for [?] consumption Not only to identify the deliberately manipulated data, but to understand what is actually driving these false hopes, figures, and data It is a magic show, and many are still captivated by the magician's many diversions It is a magic show, and many are still captivated by the dirty little secret