Welcome to the future Shit where you please The WiFi’s killer, But there’s no more Bees So there’s hardly any flowers, there are very few trees And you’ll pay a thousand dollars For some honey for your tea But we got these awesome collars Mines an Apple Model 3, It allows for better movement Than the Tesla X-Elite, It lets you customize the ads that it implants in every dream and for premium subscribers doesn’t shock you in your sleep. But it doesn’t stop there, it can analyze your speech, and if it hears disinformation, then it notifies police it’s a swift re-education, but it knocks you off your feet, Like your booster every 7th week. I faced the future boldly, with two eager, open eyes and I picked a couple nuggets up that blew my Fucking mind: Like you can Taxidermy someone while they’re technically alive, and they’ll shine when it’s election time The Democratic voter base will pay them zero nevermind if Voting for the scarecrow is a vote along their party lines They could stare into its marble eyes and claim there’s something dignified Unlike real politicians, this one doesn’t need an oxygen or kid-supply But it’s function is the same as those who came before, the goals are never misaligned It still spends all its working time performing prerecorded fleecing sessions where it sugarcoats your slow and hungry genocide While pouring billions into Nazi coffers, all the while, selling you the story that we’re moments til the MiGs arrive So, ask Zelensky if he’ll help replace our leaded pipes Watch a fleet of Penskes show with stacks of bills in every size Guess it Only took a Black Sun and a couple ‘Heil’s Honorary goose step in some Nazi boots a quarter-mile All While Biden sneers his sordid smile Don’t know what was in this mornings vial, but it makes him stare a thousand yards through all the prompters and the cards like he can smell the nearest child His eyes are wide and wild Wider than the grave, in which another thousand families were tossed in as I typed, Til they rose up to the sky, Unceremoniously piled Which sort of flies right in the face of all the network ticker tape where the American Economy has superhuman vitals I like to think my trial’s gonna play like a recital I’ll denounce the world around me, and accuse the most entitled Who weaponize their titles Whose pull is something tidal Who’d starve us all to death to best delight their blighted idol So They might destroy the record, and I’ll never get to Vinyl, So my word is not immortal, but it’s final.

Land of the Free And you’ll know us by the trail of dead Just one more world war To complete the set When you Live by the pike You Die by the pith You Die, wide-eyed, Still Pleading the fifth or crying divine epithets in pathetic attempts at defense All empathetic, for those on your side of the fence I’ll gladly put you and your legacy into an alternate tense Faltering senses, and altered events Like, Hon, it ain’t a hearse, it’s a Reaper’s Stretch “How sweet”, she said Bunch of hordes in the street, like it’s evil dead Where the Thin blue line, meets razors edge Where the corporate ladder ascends To a steel toed boot that awaits on the ledge You’ll be licking it fresh at your bosses request til it stomps each finger and watches you fall to your death And drown in an ocean of debt Gone with the fodder Who Gathered to honor the patient left, Who purity-tested themselves into sections, step-by-step, til the next election, when it’s just one ‘Them’ and the sound of their well-read, theorized breath That’s Harm reduction for the lowly cost of you holding your nose and just openly buying the theft Maybe it’s all in the flick of the pen Maybe we’re all one unmarked van from a trip to the pen Guarded by pigs who exist on a diet of dying breaths of much worthier men Honey, Heaven’s expecting you, Just don’t get too hung up on who they let in Just Look up at the shine of the pearly gates You don’t need to worry if there’s lead in the paint You don’t need to worry if there’s lead in the water Lead in the milk Lead in the honey Lead in the caustic embrace of the Heavenly Father Lead is the flavor of passive perpetual slaughter Lead is the taste of us Led to the ledge by the lure of the legend of expert consensus then beckoned to stretch it just one step farther I hope that the folks who were boastfully gloating and toasting themselves as the heroes of Covid for boosting their boosters, and doing their part, are now equally thrilled to be Starstruck Martyrs, laid in a government grave with anonymous markers Like you’re Back from the carvers and off to the splicer You’re The very first wave to be slain in the war against Pfizer The hundred-years-war against Pfizer They are Thinning the crowd that is striking right now to bleed adequate pay from these inhuman misers Who sit in their office and designate coffins to people regarded as nothing but profits for Kaiser Still, the Dems want you nicer Dems want you softer Dems want you kinder Yeah, they all want you graciously starving in silence You speak when you’re spoken to, rest of the time, You and all of us peasants are merely depressing statistics neglected in Congress’s binders Bled bone-dry, then fed to the grinder Our Headstones line each step as reminders Its A lesson in object permanence, learned in the furnace by workers consigned to the fire Workers Bled bone-dry, then fed by the fed to the grinder ~~~ The fed went straight to your head Mined what you hide in your sighs, unsaid, and your eyes turned blind to the signs, unread, Flag bright red, So you let it in bed, You’ll Let it inside, and you’ll see that it’s fed Never you mind that it grinds your wealth into bread for itself, then it bleeds you dry, then it dines on the dead (Here’s where our leaders would see us all led)

“I guess this isn’t such an awful place” Is that what you want me to say? You prove it’s possible to sleep for days, and to still think you’re right here, awake The cost of living isn’t much to make, But, God, it’s so hard to save And when they told you everything was safe, were you safe? Were you safe? Fresh off the mass, is the brand-new cancerous growth Who has Come here to vie for your vote Come here to cry at the camps, and to mourn at the shore for the bodies that float By the wreck of an immigrant boat Then it’s back to their luxury home Couple security booths and a moat Couple cigars, little escargot, little booze, and a soak Breathe in the steam and the smoke Pink salt, lavender, candles are low Shit, when you do what you do, Gotta lighten the load And he Got a life of his own that’s a sight to behold It’s a lot to control To decipher the code or to syphon the soul The cost of a good night’s sleep for the working elite is a bargain, no matter the toll Worth any wager And that comes straight from the mouth of the means to the goal That will swallow us whole Ripe for the picking if you don’t mind mold, And You know I don’t. Maybe we’re pleasantly prone Maybe we’re Taking a licking Compliantly ticking, and ticking, and ticking, But never explode I don’t deliver the prettiest image, But damn if it isn’t an accurate vision A Natural fission of Rage at the System, and abject heartbreak patiently waiting for any who’ll listen That little blue bird who is watching your words is a federal carrier pigeon A Langley first It’s a patient observer who hears what it wants, and is trained for the worst Oh, you got nothing to hide? They’ll be the ones to decide that after they root through your purse, after they read all your texts, after they raid your apartment confiscate all of its contents Then Conjure up evidence, out of the air on a wing and a prayer and malicious intelligence nonsense Any presumption of innocence long since gone right along with your comforts and constants Historically, first, they will come for the communists So why in the fuck would I say I’m a communist? Well, it might be I love my community more than the monsters of opulence who are holding us hostage Who are vomiting promises Might be I’m all done seeing our pensions and benefits harvested Might be I’m all done watching the populace being disarmed in the guise of an armistice Watching a woman collapse on the floor, Who will rise no more, She is wheeled out the door, and you’re next in line for the pharmacist If you can get me to vote, it’s a hard ‘No Confidence’ But part of the charm of deception is politics wearing the mask of incompetence It’s all in the art of austerity, darlin’ It’s all in the sleight of the providence Til home is as wide as your cubicle height and it’s only as deep as your coffin is Maybe I’m miles away from impatience, And aching to break off the head of the snake Where the capital lust, reptile brain, and the margin of profit is Like “OFF WITH HIS-“ “I guess this isn’t such an awful place” Is that what you want me to say? You prove it’s possible to sleep for days, and to still think you’re right here, awake The cost of living isn’t much to make, But, God, it’s so hard to save And when they told you everything was safe, were you safe?

Mother and baby on razors edge Don’t give a shit what your paper said Economy creeping up outta red They divvy a shitty lil bit of bread Miles away from that lady’s ledge Her senator waking, he’s safe and fed Aide got a paper to read in bed Jerking him off as they count the dead Gorillas in the mist Skin suits in the senate Water in the streets Chest deep, like it’s Venice Water out a tap in Jackson comes blacker than resin black, incidentally like most of its residents Which is why it isn’t on your television isn’t on the lips of your president Well, I’m admitting that as evidence I’ve been fleshing out a case to be made for the testament I Don’t know what our collateral count is, But doubt it is less than the estimate Just Show us a hospital Watch as we Dresden it Our propaganda gets taken to heart, and you’re scarfing it, like it or not, if you think that you aren’t, I would urge you to pick that apart, cause you’re drinking it, Smoking it, driving it, dressed in it. We pay for it pray to it, bathe in it, Fill up the basin, and babies are blessed in it Ask no questions, Bask in the pestilence See, Honey, When the plague goes live, you’d be wise to invest in it See, honey When the plague goes live, Just between you and I, that’s an industry sign that they’re all done testing it. Come 2025, and they’ll all be confessing it And a few small fry fall guys all fly from the precipice Who were Doomed to be wasted Like shell corporations Dissolving to vapor, then gone with the resonance Gone with the sense and the sentiments Gone with the dust of the remnants Gone with the ghosts of the regiment Gone with the families in Gaza, whose bodies and homes are demolished when Israel sets up a settlement Gone like your chance at a settlement. Gone like the hope of apologies out of those funding our deadliest research and backroom development Gone like your shot at a measly ‘I’m sorry’ from the mouths of our own bioterrorists God, You cannot imagine the face of the monster you can’t even fathom the scale of its carapace It’s under your feet, yet you’re barely aware of it it’s quietly judging the scope of your suffering, sizing you up like a therapist Then Writhe in your guts like a parasite growing in size, and excreting a culture that’s purely embarrassment Equal parts Manson and Marilyn Equal parts something we push into madness, and something we’ll gladly exploit and objectify 50 years after it perishes. Carefully crafted, and planned, and arranged like a Monarchy’s marriages Cousins or otherwise, scourge of the colonized staged and displayed for the sake of retaining imperial barracks to expedite a special type of Anglicized dysplasia Where half the world is waking up to learn they’re being raided, raped, and robbed of all their heritage by Charles and his caravan of 30 servant’s carriages Where Each in the procession, is worth infinitely less until, eventually, they’re paid in sums of Crown-approved disparagement Bonuses of shame until they’re finally told to thank the highest-ranking inbred pig named the king of every garrison One Who rose into his power all immaculate, like Harris did Well, now, The garishness is melting down like paraffin, it hardens in a shell that shelters terrified and threatened Royal Terrapin That rule with zero question, Although nobody elected it Democracy was here, till we dissected it Democracy was here, until the exhibition exodus The loss of that Democracy Is just a threat for those who’ve yet To recognize the scent of bait, or know the taste of desiccants Democracy was here, and now this smear is all that’s left of it Mother and baby on razors edge Don’t give a shit what your paper said Economy creeping up outta red They divvy a shitty lil bit of bread Miles away from that lady’s ledge Her senator waking, he’s safe and fed Aide got a paper to read in bed Jerking him off as they count the dead

Hoped you would never find out Knew that you had to know Pulling what’s left of my mind out Trying to tell you so I’ve tried to block the light out Knew you could feel it’s glow I’ve been here holding my hands out Trying to keep you close Trying to keep you close Really wanna set you free Really wanna let you be Part of me wished I could set myself aside and just let you take the ride and just chalk the rest up to destiny I could Let you believe that the only restraints in life are the size of our dreams Let you believe each kid grows up with the world at their feet When I know too well That it’s open season I know They’re taking stock and raising stocks and raising stock And I’m simply not Here to sit and watch as you learn the lessons all cogs are taught: To just keep your head down and keep to task and just keep on blocking the rest of this all out Just keep on with the rest of the herd of a million adjacent oblivious workers The forest unseen for the trees And the trees unseen for the fallout Now, what’s more damning, Baby, The truth, or the ignorance? Fuck it, I honestly wonder if I see the answer so well Baby, believe me well, I know it’s scary I scare myself If I could find a way out of my head, I would run like hell I’d ditch this body politic, minus occupant Somewhere far from this dismal abyss In the tranquil and crystalline bliss of the beach I could rest with the rest of the shells And if anyone asks, I am anywhere else If I’m really needed, just light the candle, Then read the book, and then ring the bell O ~ my untarnished heart My little perfect soul This world will melt your mercy down so they can sell its gold This world will take your worth and then demand a thousandfold It’s full of greedy pigs who’ll eat you out of house and home They’ll strip your bank accounts and sweep you somewhere down the road And Then return to eat your tent and shitty bike you rode, Your Bottled water, only shoes and coat, and broken phone, Then, smiling in your face, they’ll tell you that the shelter’s closed (Chorus) O ~ my untarnished heart My little perfect soul This world will melt your mercy down so they can sell its gold This world will take your worth and then demand a thousandfold I tried to block the light just so I could keep you close