Mud Sun - First Cell lyrics

Well if it isn't the notorious D-I-Z The only citizen here who doesn't need ID Cause he's on more TVs than the BNPBC Look, I'm not part of this media fallacy They've never been very partial to impartiality Me, I'm just interested in your army's strategy of resistance So your paper can sell the story Look the government's position is totally celebratory Like, “Terrorist Captured!” While ignoring the other Rebel Cells that I know are still asleep As your supporters keep shrouding you in a veil of glory But, I think you're more than just a martyr So, come on, tell me your side I'll try not to tell it poorly Why? So you can quell your need for speaking of something worthwhile? Your empty gestures of freedom in a medium you're servile to? I've read your small print It's all tinted with false sentiment Who edits your bullsh** after you sent it in? Look, no government censors spin my words Just editors whose job is to insure Their writers don't end up as prisoners You fight the system with bombs I fight it with words I see no reason to hit a brick wall fist first You fight the system Like a rat fights it's treadmill Churning sawdust to keep the people's heads filled A pen wielded by a puppet isn't a weapon It's quite clear We're at war right here And these days a sword is mightier Hey You call it a treadmill, I call it an escalator Plus it's the generator that powers your grandmother's respirator My grandma died of cancer from two nuclear reactors That were built in spite of her protests, with her taxes Cancer Well, that's another kind of "rebel cell" You know how those rebellions end It's never well Equating dissidence with cancer is next level fascist The kind of thinking that creates states that need rebel activists I support change for the better Whatever Just never radically What's wrong with running your revolution democratically? Get some strategy, start working to registered voters You can laugh at your opponents when the election is over Have you looked around recently? Democracy's died here Along with human rights and other nice ideas And now we've climate crisis too The time has pa**ed to move slow We need a new set of codes And new modes Well who knows? Maybe you'll have a chance to succeed But only after you dish enough dirt to plant the seed I need a scoop And I have hungry readers to feed it to So speak the truth It wasn't easy getting this meeting room That's always the difference between me and you Baba You're as shallow as a hack As you were as a rapper You were in it for the money then too That's what screwed it We could have brought the revolution closer with our music Back in Brighton When I first saw you spit I thought you had a pa**ion What was it fueled it? Credits