He don't care what you carry
Not with his harp in the sky
With a little bit of bright in it, like dark in it
Slight heartless, his dye
Irregardless of consciousness, more bombs to flip
More moms to get high
On a trickle down econ, what we want we got
Now palms to the sky
Lift the lighter to the big wick, wrist chip
With a truce to the-fact-is-intrusive
Got him? so solve him
His problems like reaction-solutions
What the fools and the gooses do? Not geeses
Speech's, please, won't you vultures!
Hold no regret, don't forget, get revenge In the end
Serving d**h to this culture
Quest is ahead when they step up for the sedatives
Heavin' can be earth if y'all falter
And all get along with authority
Soul for servin' self to his alter
Caught up in the halls and the walls of academia
To feed his dreams that fuel the ma**-media
To keep 'em half-sleep hopin' that they hang the ghost
That bleed quote, that stain the graffiti buffs
Devil speakin' up in a s**-ed cla**, where the best fed pa**
When they speak of love the meanest lust, plus bust
What's the leader from Texas name that's freein' us?
From the burdens of choice, and a voice and a family
What the cameras see is that we need its cuffs
Tuff luck seein' somethin' the phantom sees
when the phantom/phantasies us
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Never forget it y'all: whose stepin' on September 11th
Conforming a tragedy, to authority, False-gravity peasants
All false-flaggin me: what you send this white-turned widow as a present
Call it respect for authority, but its really fear of his weapons
A little bit a freedom is dangerous
So what they teach 'em in the school is a cage to trust
With a rusty cage you gotta occupy the mind
With a lie, or he'll wake and the chains will bust
Make 'em love his cage; he's down to rock
Sound lock without a key and a place to die
Face the sky from the gliding box
Without a key, singing jail is savin' us!
And doin' you a favor for the afterlife
PNC's are beatin' you into actin right
The fascist gla** in the grate on the gate
Ain't it great when we view from a satellite!?
White knuckles on the whip match the flash
Lash the hard crash with a flash of light
Snap back like shorty need 40 more of these
Supported with your taxes, right!?
But at least he's free to think he thinks
To be TV, control his debts
Better with a broken hand and feet
Than man's soulless and dead
Here we go again we Babylonian
The only thing I know is I don't trust myself
If I can fold 'em in. Control: my only friend
A little doe to construct my cell
Don't disrupt my hell, shake it off my gra**
I like my garbage thick, Just like I like my jargon slick
For bargain-day when they marchin' in
With an audience for the naughty kids
Who throw pedals at the feet of his pharmacist
Well it's the age old cage, with a golden face
The new godlessness is really all it is
(hook)
Never forget it y'all: whose stepin' on September 11th
Conforming a tragedy, to authority, False-gravity peasants
All false-flaggin me: what you send this white-turned widow as a present
Call it respect for authority, but its really fear of his weapons
I'd rather be a slave of love-as-authority, painted cornily
But my minds my own, reminds my soul there's more in me
But it provides control. They speak metaphorically
When the deep controls George, a god, stones
My sh** literal, give it, give it. Ignore the line towed
I preach that freedom is the choice to choose the master who governs
Some below us, one above us. freedom unmasked and uncovered
I'd rather be a slave of love-as-authority, painted cornily
My minds my own, more importantly it provides control