Lyrics

Writing for a world that's big obsessed with myth Myth replacing all like definition of a brick Brick made of fictions in a wall of idiot Idiot, warm a throne burning rose keeping lit Lit like a boat burning on the River Styx Styx like death waters where a hero get dipped To be invulnerable homing in to shouldering the bouldering And rolling in a Sisyphus and perma-pushing what they should And shoving up a hellish slope of wellness bell curve Kill it where you fell it, melted metal global kettle slope Running off thе rebel intellеctual in frequent disbelief What all these thieves are stealing with your vote, end quote A wristwatch, lawn, trench coat, so time, property lines, freedom to the nines, none of which exist How consumable the construct is in a land of broken beings [perma hung? couldn't get this one] of what they're seeing in the sun Growing whole breadline but for sole interest in what passes for masses freewheeling all the tactics Where the only laws that average where the suffrage goes to fat and get (to) control the gat and badges One man's protector is another mans' fascist Angel bats its lashes as a stalled car crashes I don't care if you can dig, but I'm not one for pigs 'Cause of how I was raised and how I live Strolling the beat so the elites can overeat 'til obese From the dark, deep freezer that keeps all our week's meat Cold feet in the perpetual stole moment of swole colon and bloated bone In Capitalist acolyte, infinite appetite What you're worth in words are but hors d'oeuvres Before an automated workforce serves Phoenix eggs and kraken cutlets to dragon-length, gutted budget-lined stomachs of scum buckets who live ugly above us But want that lower-class context woven into every thread of their perm, dress, inherited top hat [couldn't get this one] in a cultureless blob of popular Commodity, brutal monotony, and blood diamond-minded monopolies face-fucking us all constantly You go, let 'em know! Sports (I don't need 'em) Cops (I don't need 'em) Dogs (I don't need 'em) Gods (I don't need 'em) Friends? (I don't need 'em) Meds (I don't need 'em) Regrets (I don't need 'em) Whoa, you got numb boss! It's not that bad! Ohhhhh, no you didn't! Okay, it's that bad