Sims - Market Made Murder lyrics

(It's all about the money man. More cheddar more cheese more better man) [2x] Market made murder Martyr my merge I sell a fantastic Hell in hand baskets Market commercial Merc in a mask person Television tearin' up Poor baby fresh (Episode 1) [Sims] War every time I turn on the television Reborn then advertised then beat into submission Still more billboards in the Minneapol so so So we choke 'cuz they lower 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 In 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 We're losing head and fed illusions So instead my fists are movin' Bob and weave knockin' down monopolies Now how come I can not believe In _________________________ 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? Staple statics status They share magnets The bear tactics they practice Keep you pa**ive and mild Live life inside that clear plastic That home gas mask kit That old half mast sh** Arose a tack wit That coat I've tracked with Close my casket Bury me in the worthless Market made murder While we burn on the surface [2x] Market made murder Martyr my merge I sell a fantastic Hell in hand baskets Market commercial Merc in a mask person Television tearin' up Poor baby fresh ("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." "All right. 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 2) [Toki Wright] Market made up of murder for turbulent times When the country increased the deficit what do you find? You start a war in the 3rd world already won I thought the Earth was the 3rd world close to the sun You see now some have the extinction agenda for sums Well they'll make you think you're defenseless and workin' for crumbs But now who works the fields? The people Who bakes the bread? The people The any in who gets to eat it The masters are evil, deception

Creators of weapons of ma** ma** destruction Horror, bad things, terror Some time's the enemy's the man in the... I can see clearer now the rain is gone But some have gone about it all wrong Puttin' faith in a system corrupted And havin' expectations of justice Now you can't puff this Gotta grind the gears through the machine that's busted It's warm, 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 for those who tall The bigger you are the harder you fall The bigger you are the harder you fall ("May I interrupt here?" "All right." "With respect, your report doesn't cover the market thoroughly." "I suspect that we are 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 3) [Mike Mictlan] It's the making of a man Mammoth mammal that manage ran it Over ma** metro Metro pop the culturist ma** Anti-Christian crystal clear Alter alien active Active vision the school Episcopalian acts It's as though religion is fact In the safety insanely Forsaking my atrium tracks But God damn doubt my man Made of flesh and organics 360 degrees plus 5 points around the planet Do the math Measure the magnitude of my magnets The circumference of my substance Steady soul it goes stag So most nights post In a zombie I'm tossing While ghosts swell in my shell And dwell for haunting Nightmares turn reoccurring Dirty burning subconscious Flat line and capsize In a mental motion all cautious 'Cuz that paranoia Preoccupies precaution I grew to far and the ball that tossed Is exhausted because Deep inside there are no monsters Or flyin' saucers Carry martians to my concerts There's only the loneliness of martyrs Growin' a hole in my head Escapin' the ceremonial carca** 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 survivin' Inside of apartments Commercialize my worth To fit me inside of their margins [2x] Market made murder Martyr my merge I sell a fantastic Hell in hand baskets Market commercial Merc in a mask person Television tearin' up Poor baby fresh