Market Made Murder

Lyrics

[Intro] It's all about the money, man More chedder, more cheese[?], more better[?], man [Hook: Sims] Market-made murder, martyr my merger Well I sell a fantastic hell in hand baskets Margin commercial merking the mass persons Television terror to broadband effect Market-made murder, martyr my merger Well I sell a fantastic hell in hand baskets Margin commercial merking the mass persons Television terror to broadband effect (Episode one) [Verse 1: Sims] War every time I turn on the television We born, then advertised, then beat into submission Still more billboards in the Minneapple so Slower we choke cause they lowered the blows And there's still nowhere to go And we know, by the burning in our throats By our furniture and clothes And by the burdens that we cope with And a sermon that we know for certain is nonsense, not God's steps Held hostage, I wake to daily bomb threats I don't consider that progress Evolution to revolution but losing head in fed illusions So instead, my fists are movin' Bob and weave, knocking down monopolies Now how come I cannot believe in copping Karl Kani's and Prada jeans? Well I don't, and I won't So I throw the remote At the hegemony box While you drool and jerk off to celebrity spots Who knew it was you that was the empty mascot? Stable, static status It's sheer madness, the fear tactics they practice Keep you passive and buyin' what's wrapped inside that clear plastic (clear plastic) That home gas mask kit That old, half-mast shit A rose attacked with that cold laugh track bit Close my casket, bury me in the worthless Market-made murder while we burn on the surface [Hook: Sims] Market-made murder, martyr my merger Well I sell a fantastic hell in hand basket Margin commercial merking the mass persons Television terror to broadband effect Market-made murder, martyr my merger Well I sell a fantastic hell in hand basket Margin commercial merking the mass persons Television terror to broadband effect [Interlude 1] Hold on, do you mind me breaking in at this point? Go ahead There's no doubt that the obvious solution is to go for quick profits Alright, but I can't just take your word for it Well, what's the trouble? The trouble is that you're out of touch with this market (Episode two) [Verse 2: Toki Wright] Market made up of murder in turbulent times When the country increase the deficit, what do you find? You start a war in the third world already won I thought the Earth was the third world close to the Sun You see now some have their extinction agenda for sums Where they make you think you're defenseless and working for crumbs But now, who works the fields? The people Who bakes the bread? The people But in the ennd who gets to eat it? The masters of evil, deception Creators of weapons of mass Mass destruction, horror, bad things, terror Sometimes the enemy's the man in the-- I can see clearer now, the rain is gone But some have gone about it all wrong Putting faith in a system corrupted Then have expectations of justice No, you can't trust it Gotta grind the gears 'til the machine is busted and torn Gotta do more than just talk and perform Work on what's mine and what's yours and what's ours And here's a message to those in charge The bigger you are, the harder you fall The bigger you are, the harder you fall [Interlude 2] May I interrupt here? Alright With respect, your report does not cover the market thoroughly I suspect that we're not being fairly represented ' What's your opinion on the matter? The market's changed You've got a point there ' I'm suggesting we commission a market study immediately That's easy enough (Episode three) [Verse 3: Mike Mictlan] It's the making of a man, mammon mammal That managed famine of a mass metro retro pop cultureless mass Anti-Christian, crystal clear, altered alien acts From Activision glistens Episcopalian facts It's its own religion, in fact Aimless atheist alias aching my atrium tracks 'Cause, God damn, I'm a man made of flesh and organics Three-sixty degrees plus five points around my planet Do the math, measure the magnitude of my magnets Circumference of my substance, steady solar solstice stagnant So most nights I post in an insomnia tossing While ghosts swell in my shell and dwell for a haunting Nightmares turn reoccurrin' journeys burnin' subconscious Flatline and capsize in mental motion nauseous Cautious, 'cause that paranoia preoccupies precaution I grew too fond of all the toxins exhaustin' me constant Deep inside, there are no monsters Or flying saucers carrying martians into my concepts There's only the loneliness of martyrs Growing a hole in my head, escaping the ceremonial carcass The market made a murder, but murder didn't make the market Let your life shine if you can penetrate through the darkness The target is to keep on surviving inside of apartments Commercialize my worth to fit me inside of their margins [Hook: Sims] Market-made murder, martyr my merger Well I sell a fantastic hell in hand basket Margin commercial merking the mass persons Television terror to broadband effect Market-made murder, martyr my merger Well I sell a fantastic hell in hand basket Margin commercial merking the mass persons Television terror to broadband effect Fresh