There’s gonna be an accident

[Sims]

I read the New York times in these LA times

Doomtree fly them pirate flags high, hang ‘em dry

Ride with them rough bass lines

While you’re trying to keep up with the cut brake lines

Kill the king leave the crown

Spill the drinks on the ground

Can’t you see the flames feeding off your sleeping town?

This city is oblivious

Plugged in punch drunk

Everything electric and hideous

Hollywood babies baby built on mass diversion

Slash and burn the self-worth

Children visit plastic surgeons

Live bait, or so the sign states

We went from primates to inmates of the mind-state

But I sense a set-up through the bent antennae settling

Federally approved amphetamines Ephedra peddling

Who works the levers and who dances for metal rings?

Which one working your strings?

How does that pendulum swing?

The condition of things fall apart

A call to arms

Protect your neck

Pull your head out of that shopping cart

My name is Sims I push the pins through your leather heart

Pull the thread and stitch together all your severed parts

[Hook]

This is the life

This is the free nobody else gets

Scared that this is the life that you be left without

Left behind

Pressed aside

This mess was left it’s

Lockdown 48 states wide

Just try

And I don’t laugh cause I’m past the fear

I hassle masses that trade they rights for a life they hold dear

And this is real right here

And I will laugh in the face of anybody who wastes they one time and place

Right here right now

There’s gonna be an accident

[P.O.S]

When you feed the hungry guns

And knowledge of our funds

And suck up whatever runs

And power leaves ‘em with none

They pick up when you were done

With knowledge of our guns

And towers rumble to crumbs

You think that was an acci- dent?

And when your people seem shook

As you freely cook up the books

Make ‘em greedy for second looks

Stay deceiving and leave ‘em took

No retrieving ‘em off the hook

Leave ‘em bleeding on foreign soot

Keep ‘em reading whatever meaningless media you can rook

Well

There’s gonna be an accident

For the practicing passionate

Trap has been latched

Kids are in it Menace and villains

The cynics don’t do nothing but climb up in it and whine

Do they time

Ready and chillin’