[Verse 1: Coal Cash]

Bridge the ages, just tryna live amid the sages

Slave to supplements so the government can put kids in cages

Ridged faces unblinking in their thinking stasis

Stinking statements from the same lips they drinking waste with

Outrageous basis, oasis in oblivion

Eating amphibians whose meridians laced with tritium

Fools? I pity ‘em ‘cause they wouldn’t get the idiom

I divvy ‘em into groups—they’re either stupid or pretty dumb

Give me one reason I should even believe ‘em

The deceiving they provide you leaves you lied to more than Negan

Lost in Eden, it’s a great life for these parasites

Pessimist delight, looking for snake eyes in a paradise/pair of dice

Fahrenheit 451

No need to burn a book when the internet edits ‘em

Forget it, son, you can’t abreact to end war

Ain’t happy ‘bout the facts? Then caveat redemptor

Pretend more in a nation no one’s native in

Placate to win, flash a grin, tell ‘em how great it’s been

Grades of skin, shades of containment, who you neighboring?

Wayward to the cadence of enslavement that we labored in

Nature’s been in contractions, and, still, they’re fracking

Extracting what they drill, wait for another oil spill to happen

Bills to trap ‘em and tax ‘em ‘til they bleed despair

Prepared to starve, you wait ‘til they charge you for breathing air

Don’t seed by tariffs with snares that entangle sprouts

Dangled by your ankles, Star-Spangled getting strangled out

They angle down your throat, choke you with your favorite brand

Instagram validity with stupidity to raise your fam

Divinity in the age of man, infinity in a grain of sand

Proclivity to cage the land, deliberately, we slayed the lamb

Damn, Vril, why you gotta wake their sleep?

The sheep are in-bound—I’m mean profound—when they take it deep

Make ‘em weep or reap from the heart of violence

If science is starboard, why ain’t you bothered by Garbage Island?

Martyrs compiling, we’re smiling at the loss blood

Corrupt in the courts, but we got sports and all sorts of drugs

Flood the buzzkill, won’t budge, rock the grudge still

Swirling my cup, I filled it up off the blood spill

I’m ill as fuck like cancer from your Wi-Fi

Built to destruct advancements in mind fry

Sci-fi to convince you of ominous future

Modern maneuvers pushing god as quantum computer

Problem-removers dropping to bottomless sewers

As Sodom abusers consume the rotten manure

Watching the viewer, the pursuers that you fraternize

Track you by disciples, the cycles of psychoanalyzed

Apple spies on your home, making it wide known

Condoned by you all, why you think they call it an iPhone?

[Verse 2: Taboo]

Give us your poor, we can starve ‘em

We’ll detain ‘em at the border so fast, it will be alarming

Demons barking, speaking a secret jargon

Just like the serpent did to Eve in Eden’s garden

We see the margin between the have and the have-nots

And all the facts they keep trapped behind the padlock

Our Field of Dreams is a cash-crop, serving

The Jim Jones Kool-Aid, it’s good ‘til the last drop

Yeah, and we know it well

Liberty can’t ring from a broken Bell

We in Dante’s Inferno, and it’s cold as hell

Watching dad’s son bring his magnum to show-and-tell

Violence on a livestream time lapse

You could lose yourself tryna get your mind back

No more sunshine, now the sky’s black

Is this a high school or the frontlines of Iraq?

Yeah, and it’s a shame, ain’t it?

We ain’t tryna change shit, we just blame-game it

We don’t progress past the past, we just maintain it

So I’m just tryna raise the bar like I’m weight-training

But them obstacles seem enormous

Greedy auras, the machine needs an off-switch

Forces of evil brought some reinforcements

Keeping the fires of ignorance lit with Tiki torches

Border policies, war and poverty

More than probably under the law of corporate sovereignty

Got us all in some type of whore economy

Going to war, trying to procure the common need

It sounds ill like noise on Capitol Hill, blasting

Steel at them bastards passing them bills. Start

Talking politics, I might laugh in your grill like, “Fuck

A war. There are bridges that we have to rebuild.” Uh!

But the puppeteer got us strung out

The police are like, “Fuck cuffs,” they pull guns out

And based on the stuff coming out of Trump’s mouth

Mexico should probably build a wall to keep us out

Oh, you didn’t like that part of it?

Well, go suck a glass dick filled with arsenic

Paint it anyway you want, there really ain’t no art in it

Protesting and marching like picket signs make you Spartacus

Yeah, we should have tried sooner

The crazy thing is we’re babying the high-schoolers

They’re savoring the manure of minutia, let ‘em

Build a bunch of caca like, “Not my future”

Maneuvering through this music thing

Tryna figure out the confusion that the truth’ll bring

Who’s the king? ‘Cause he seems to choose the things that

[?] like governmental prostitution rings

The way we treat the elderly’s deplorable

It should be a felony ‘cause it’s horrible

Greed and corporate bull really ain’t endurable

Can’t ignore the fact the cost of freedom ain’t affordable

I learned that shit when I was a little boy

We build, destroy, then rebuild just to fill a void

Been pissed off the whole year, and I’m still annoyed

Finger guns in both ears, tryna kill the noise