[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 [Cho] 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 [Cho] [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