They’ll gladly pay you by the hour
For a minute or so
So you can sign off on the towers
Where they’ll piss on your home
And if you feel like you’re just powerless
to answer them “No”,
it’s cause you are

It’s cause you are.

They’ll gladly stagnate a living wage
Snap the chains
Bury it
Labor slaves in rusty cages
Dragged behind a chariot
Led by Mr. Racial Jungle,
Joseph R. Escariot
Fighting over scraps
as they barrage us all with variants
and buzzfeed clickbait
Straight Until we’re paralyzed
Trying to distract us
from the concentration camps
that Joe had swore he’d close
but only chose to amplify

Where they got 50-something kids
in cages made for 5 to occupy

And no, she hasn’t SEEN the camps,
But Harris swears they’re paradise
And she tells us the facilities are safe,
and that, right down to the women,
they are regularly sterilized.

Then she Throws her head back
and she proceeds to laugh
that sort of heartless cackle you’d expect
from someone working steadfastly
on behalf of the virus
and a Congress full of parasites

And where was I?

I was busy cashing every blue check
Demonstrating plainly
all the narratives expected from the verified

I was busy breeding verbal leeches
by the terabyte
Train em to exsanguinate the wealthy
while they sleep at night,
Bleed the oil barons dry and barren,
say they showed us how to share,
and now we share alike.
Tell them I contracted rabies from a feral mic
And now I’m just another species
losing sleep to noise pollution
and these glaring lights

Forced to change its habits
and adapt to just survive

Now it’s safe to say that some of us
are thriving in the moment,
throwing shit on presidential homes
beneath the Paris skies

So, If you feel like you’re just powerless,
I guess you bought the lie.
But I can tell they’re petrified
of our collective might
I can hear those gentrifiers weeping
at the sight of our collective rights.

And I only can imagine the intensifying fear
of knowing revolution’s near,
and all that’s left to do
is simply wallow in the thick anticipation
of a rabid bite
And, Baby, one day, you can ask your leaders
just what that was like,
before you grab a slice.

So, If you think you’re powerless,
Allow me, now, to change your mind.

See, they’ll pay you hourly
tax them each apart,
and build a shining tower
out of loopholes and cards
and tell you that you’re powerless
to keep you in the dark, because you aren’t.

Because we aren’t.

You see, they’ll pay you hourly,
but tax them each apart
and make you build a shining tower
Made of loopholes and cards

Where they’ll tell you that you’re powerless,
to keep you in the dark, because you aren’t.

Because we aren’t.