God Blessed America with a money making scheme

Let's all prostitute a tragedy, give it a universal theme

Your as evil as maleficent, smiling at the feeling you get

When the ice-cycles pierce through your chest and arteries

But it’s the moment of revelation that I revel in

When the heat of understanding melts your oppressors

And leaves holes for windows for all to gawk at your discarded dreams

Rapid eye moving far away from your aggressors and foes

On stage your life is a mellow dramatic kabuki

And in my opinion you've dressed yourself in the most attractive kimono

Acting out the part of an MC saying poetry so meaningful

And when you're not around yourself you’ve managed to erase self without help

I see thousands of sponges emaciated into piles of gun powder

Threatening suicide which in turn would kill this guy

Dried up from a drought of rain to fill insides

Can you see them searching on hands and knees

Looking for the first thing to pour into their chapped parched brains

Washed into the shallows, content with just being knee deep

What am I trying to say? what are you trying to listen to?

It's not my fault this media has made it to your home

And is now permeating through your living room

Maybe I'm just a poser and everyone else is for real

Or maybe I really do measure up short, and all this time I thought I had to kneel

This frostbite is starting to cause permanent damage