VERSE

My own desecration

Gravity ripping at me

Tries to change what I am

Tears the fabric of my reality

This modern modest proposal

The famine claims control

My flesh picks up the slack

Torn from my fucking back

CHORUS

A land of opportunity

For those born with opportunities

We are of the free

A predesigned template told to call it unity

Cultivated for someone else's plan

Bred by the invisible hand

This race that can not be undone

The biggest lie that someone else has won

VERSE 2

A disparity plagues my view

A separation of church and my wake

Bi lateral country dividers

Either choice is a fucking mistake

Shaped to fit a mechanism

The illusion of choice

For the 99 out if a hundred

You die without a voice

BRIDGE

A secret I must not know

Esoteric words hidden below

Why the fuck do I work

And live this life of hell

Fuck this world of lies

Until success is decriminalized

This life rips every piece

Death the only release