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She speaks in rhyme but there's no sound She's tired of all the run-around Political words have been rewound It's time for us all to come unbound So pick up your damn balls, y'all dropped yours on the floor And stand up straight, use your motherfucking core Grow a fucking spine, 'cause we all need some more People who remember the world from before We're damn still sure, it's possible to restore Now it's time for us to attack We gotta have each other's back We all know what they really lack So let's give these fuckers a smack Tired of their apologies and hollow empty words Bouncing off echo chambers in the halls of their lords Institutions painted with stained glass, holding caged birds Toss in some molotovs, let 'em know how much it hurts You've taken away our freedoms so we can't save ourselves We've got nowhere left to live in this lions den of hell This high standard of living we're all expected to sell It's like our society is stuck under a spell Empty spaces Forgotten chases Abandoned places And hollow faces Lives left bleeding in the gutter But you don't care You've left them there To suffer without a sound In cities of plastic mounds Now they shoot themselves up With new drugs cooked up And peddled to the masses By professional gassers And disorders they make up With fake words they corrupt The sheep line up to eat more shit from their leaders Doling out more experimental procedures A bunch of pussy ass bitches, weak conceders Waiting for handouts like little trick or treaters The virus was manufactured, all just a front Our elders all suffered, you stupid fucking cunts! They don't care It's not fair They don't share and we wear their decisions like prisons creatin' schisms in our rhythms With real women While our men are all dead in the head soft like bread they're well fed homogenized batter nonsensical chatter Like the mad hatter making them all fatter On the lies they get fed They fill me with dread but you don't seem to see that this has a steep fee gonna slap you in the face when they come to take their place in the laws they will embrace of the people there's no trace That's why I walk alone Like Post Malone Checking the buildings Numbing my feelings Gotta stand up like a rocker Start rhymin like Betty Crocker And mixin' like Alan Walker Before they stop all us talkers |