Time - B.R.E.A.M. lyrics

[Verse 1: Time] Never was there a darker night for intelligence They marinate the truth in lies and call it relevant You fell in love with the fiction and married the addiction Divorced your emotions, reality is missing A cure in a pill, remedies that k** Intimately atomized, society's ill The train's brakes sound like a million phantoms Our DNA dances, braided in tandem Intimate in our strangeness, nothing is random Alone in front of cameras they blink so candid We no longer dance, our dance is labor Our smile is photoshopped, we believe in saviors Our teeth are time cards, we floss with time sheets It's snowing chalk, this world's a crime scene We vomit bounced checks, we cough bills and sneeze debt We fill up bankrupt cups and sip regret Furnished nothingness in a foreclosed home We set bonfires to Panzers and unpaid loans If you admit your misery, you are not a patriot Work until you die, even if you hate it We're online trolls we're the new barbarians Why don't rappers talk about being vegetarian? Banks rule everything around me, B.R.E.A.M Get free, burn the dolla dolla bill YALL [Hook: Jason Horodyski] Destructors broke into the place Burning bills flew in our face The dark night of the soul Sealed our scars so old We're superficial in the deep [Verse 2: Time] People go to jail for having a weed stem But banks are drug dealers they lend money to them I'm writing S-A-M-O on a rusty wall I'm in a decayed phone booth waiting for you to call Foreclosed ghosts want the grave to admit them The economic hitmen are coming to get them Communities decompose in front of the TV We're in Plato's cave no one wanna believe me I caught uncle sam tagging IMF He had a whiskey slur with blood on his breath They say you can buy freedom with the help of a loan But there ain't no water in the wells fargo by my home I'm alone, on these genocide plains I roam This isn't a song, it's a d**h squad poem Welcome to the spectacle, please don't think Just keep on paying your service charge to the bank Are you a consumer or are you a creator? They put the poor in prisons cause capital is sacred Sometimes you find the truth when you start to live a lie Sometimes you need to die in order to survive If the limbs infected, sometimes you got to cut it off They say follow the money but I think I got lost Banks rule everything around me, B.R.E.A.M Get free, burn the dolla dolla bill YALL [Hook: Jason Horodyski] Destructors broke into the place Burning bills flew in our face The dark night of the soul Sealed our scars so old We're superficial in the deep