[Verse 1: Novatore]
Buildings abandon and tagged up like scriptures
In ancient egypt on the tomb walls and doors
The tribes terrorize and ran sack the ghost towns
We break ground as we sniff out a source
They call me snake eyes cuz I'm always on a mission
Attrition- I keep a vintage Glock on up my waste
Remain a target cuz I got fuel like texaco
I spot every nemesis and k** them cats with haste
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Dystopian- we burn our dead on a pyre
All that remains is consumed by the flames
We hunt for fuel in a wasteland thats barren
Hoard what we find and defend what we claim
Dystopian- every citizen a settler
Clothes tattered and immersed in the dust
From the ashes we rise like the lions
We walk amongst the robots and we hunt out in the dusk
[Verse 2: Novatore]
Nomadic cats in metal masks with spike bats
Live like rats and d**h sensing scavengers
Move with 4 wheelers chains and motorcycles
They live off the dead and they stifle the challengers
Snag your locket leaving pennies on your sockets
You better run your pockets or these cats will surely shoot ya
They got a fortress and they purge the foreign forces
According to my sources they the fascists of the future
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[Verse 3: Novatore]
Prisons turned to sleeping quarters and minor storage units
They found the COs lifeless hanging from the sheets
Pastors and rabbis turned stone cold atheists
And politicians got beheaded in the streets
Moneys obsolete we only spend sleepless nights
Cuz thieves with knives will prey upon you while you f**ing sleep
We squash our beef inside of cages like the thunder dome
I seen a junkie getting gutted by a former priest