Prepackaged, post-atrophy

Not damaged enough yet so I aggravate the malady

Elevate my apathy up to dizzying heights

In the dead of the night, no light left seems right

I’m sick of my nervous system, a solipsistic novelist

[?], see my honesty, topple it

To fuck with it

It’s never done me any good

‘cause success in this society is ‘bout looking out for you

If you’re not sociopathic, you don’t win the lottery

Can’t be compassionate when you’re building a monopoly

Don’t talk to me, unless you’re feeding my ego

It doesn’t matter if you see me as a [?] or evil

Either way, my name is on your lips

Got so much money, I don’t even know what to do with it

Traded derivatives to purchase your public services

Level it, build a fucking shop and [?] on top of it and what?

It’s not as if I don’t have precedence

We all profit from death and bathe down on its decadence

No need for evidence with this one track mind

Self-preservation’s the name of the game, fuck being kind

You couldn’t handle living in my mind for a single day

Tiger blood, cocaine and rum [?] social decay

It’s every man for himself in this god forsaken cesspit

And if you talk too much, I can have you arrested

[?], my reptilian brother

Crushing numbers, motherfucker, don’t keep the cunts in a slumber

Under the thumb of my economic regime

Long live the market, I’m fucking living the dream

I’ll never sleep, I have to spread my influence as far as I can

Once I have, I’ll be more than a man

I’ll be a god, call it manifest destiny

No empathy, that’s heresy to this heavyweight

Heaven’s gate, I’ll privatize that shit too and laugh

As you scramble through the good book, searching for clues

They’re scared to debt, and they’re scared to look

They shook ‘cause ain't no such thing as halfway crooks

Fuck crack, I’m slinging structural adjustment policies

Privatizing industries profiting off of war and hate

[?] my economies, repping the corporatocracy

And as for blame, don’t hate the player, hate the game they play