[Intro: D.O.P.]

Look, you gotta do what speaks to you, not what's got your name in it

We call that dead space

RO-B. Z. on the beat!

[Verse 1: RO-B. Z.]

There’s a reason why “In God We Trust” imprinted on the dollar bill

‘Cause America has privatized our faith to make a hundred mills

Weaponize the prayer, there’s your power and your moral shield

A president becomes a king when it’s God’s mandated holy will

“There’s faith in the White House now, we can’t be persecuted

And God’ll protеct our leader from the lawyеr’s prosecution

Fascists cannot thrive in a theocratic institution

We are a Christian nation, get or be swept by the movement”

Have you forgotten Jesus Christ was crucified by the state?

And that it was conservatives that sent him to his grave?

Didn’t He forgive the adulterer? No one’s above their sinful ways

Yet you side with oppression ‘cause throwing stones is what gets you paid

Look at the holy temples where you upbring your offspring

Claim to your kids you represent a God who is all-loving

Yet you interpret the Word to back your prejudiced doctrine

Then beat your kids with the rod if they question what you taught them

Earth is six thousand years old, and dinosaurs are a hoax

We did not evolve from the ape ‘cause Adam came from the dirt

The Word Of God is literal; deny it, send your soul to burn

‘Cause the Bible and science don’t coexist

The heretic gets what he deserves

And every art piece shall be demonic if it doesn’t serve the LORD

To worship Christ, you limit your soul, its a sin to do the most

Wash out your worship with reverb to replicate the Holy Ghost

And babble when you speak in tounges, so the congregation validate your worth

Raise your boys to be sons and your girls to be daughters

Silent, sweet, submissive women taken by male monsters

‘Cause rape’s okay if it makes a child, that’s why gays burn in the fire

The sanctity of marriage overrides your happiest desires

That’s why you shouldn’t masturbate, to relieve your flesh is a sin

Save your pleasure for your victim, and your hatred for the innocent

“Kill the faggots and the trannies before they go and touch our kids!”

Words spoken by a pastor who makes his child suck his dick

How many youth leaders among our sheep, clad in wool like hidden wolves?

And why’s your shepherd in the Epstein list and trying to hide the truth?

Say you wanna protect the kids? Your children shoots them in our schools

Your churches got offender marks, I’m glad I ain’t like you

Thou brood of vipers, who warned thee of the wrath of God?

Where is the light that you claim? I see dead space in your heart

If heaven’s filled with you freaks, I question if the clouds are hot

‘Cause your tenet is the seven sins, and your savior is Beelzebub

The devil comes clad in a cloak of love and light

And the Antichrist rules from a house painted white

So welcome to the land of the 47 and the .45

Where our kids are made monsters in the holy name of Christ, amen

[Chorus: Snooze! & RO-B. Z.]

Dead space'll keep you occupied

Learn alone, never let another set you free

Dead space'll keep you occupied

Overshoot, 'cus theyre pushin' you right back to your knees

Dead space'll keep you occupied

What's a king to a god to an exploited life?

Dead space'll keep you occupied

Dont fuck with your own dreams, 'cus that ain't right

[Verse 2: Snooze!]

Is your future set from the start?

The kids ain’t learning shit, unless you really got a heart

Listen to the way I go about it, get a car

And get a girl that has no standards, and a job to do her part

‘Cause the American Dream is a myth taught in the classes

To be successful, you ‘gon fend for yourself by the rations

The kids are followers, the truth is set by seperate actions

And expression holds a grudge on the thought of attraction

Uh, uh, uh, what you gon' do for me?

Uh, uh, uh, out of the blue for me?

Don’t do what your given, what your given is irrelevant

If you be tryna follow words, make sure they ain’t too dormant

They only wanna see success when they can benefit

Fuck the school systems, I swear to God, them lies are evident

Respect the differences, you force a kid into a Jesuit

And then you contort him until he meets your sacred etiquette

Your classroom is a room of lies with shit that holds your prominence

Be careful with what you want, the wrong option’s a consequence

Perceive only what they say, the kids are half of omni-sense

You take what’s out in front of them and block it by the common fence

Don’t defund your education, fuck over the CEOs, ay

I ain’t saying shit, I sure hope nobody pulls Mangione’s

Draining kids is one thing, but fuck all of your ego traits

Kids bound to be kids, you making robots out of PTO days

Promise life’s predictable, foreshadow you a diva

You take minimum wage and make some trips out to Geneva

Dreams are set below you, you can’t say shit to my people

I got bitches writing futures in my attic for the reaper

Self expression is the problem we continue lacking

Some got too much, and some refuse to put some back in

And some are manually refused from taking in their actions

I hope yall understand the schools are fucking with our passion

[Chorus: Snooze! & RO-B. Z.]

Dead Space’ll keep you occupied

Learn alone, never let another set you free

Yeah, Dead Space’ll keep you occupied

Overshoot, ‘cus they’re pushing you right back to your knees

Dead Space’ll keep you occupied

What’s a king to a God to an exploited life

Yeah, Dead Space’ll keep you occupied

Don’t fuck with your own dreams, cus that ain’t right, nah

[Bridge: RO-B. Z., J.B.S.]

Dead space keeps you occupied

Dead space, dead space, dead space, dead space

Dead space keeps you occupied

Dead space, dead space, dead space, dead space, dead- (J, uh)

[Verse 3: J.B.S.]

Standards defining me, double standard society

Watching officials lie to me, adding colour to ivory

The rez harmed my father, now he struggles with sobriety

And thats the version of him that I got he wasn’t kind to me

These limits binding me, wish I could fix em on my own time

Wish I coulda lent a helping hand inside their gold mine

But I was just a kid it was the job of those who held mine

But they ain’t have a bell to be saved by, neither did I

We ain’t wanna live inside the gallery of hurt be had

But that wasn’t our choice because the salary determines that

We ain’t ask a lot, give a fuck about a birkin bag

I just wanted a home that wasn’t broken with no hurting dad

Wanted stability, but minimum wage murdered that

Pain a life, introduced ‘em to drugs, sister turned to that

Life been a lot, that why whenever in these words I brag

Its cause this rap shit is my lighthouse, its my only path

House of Ivory fucked me over and I ain’t even live there

Saying that “the system works its fine” motherfucker I been there

They ain’t know our struggle, you never been to our home

You ain’t ever seen what I do to myself when I be home alone

You ain’t hear what everyone screaming while your inside your dome

You ain’t hear the pain inside her voice when **** calls my phone

It ain’t fucking secret, life’s a bitch so I guess while we roam

Lets pick up all the pieces that the government already broke

Keep your head high, the defiance what im recommending

Rather be deluded than depressed, thats what the options giving

But we gotta fight for our human rights, we can never fold

If the people that we meant to trust already sold in full

Cause nowadays the house of Ivory is where the roaches living

This world has been shattered, our mentality is cold & distant

But those in control been up so long they’ll never know the difference

We can never ever fix our home inside a broken system

[Chorus: Snooze! & RO-B. Z.]

Dead Space’ll keep you occupied

Learn alone, never let another set you free

Yeah, Dead Space’ll keep you occupied

Overshoot, ‘cus they’re pushing you right back to your knees

Dead Space’ll keep you occupied

What’s a king to a God to an exploited life

Yeah, Dead Space’ll keep you occupied

Don’t fuck with your own dreams, cus that ain’t right, nah

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 4: Snooze!]

What’s a God to you? How’s he look at us?

You got children being choked, put your bodies in the trunk

Is your perfect world fair to everybody? What the fuck

There’s that gap between the freedom and the people, make a jump

I don’t write my music for my own sake, it’s for them

They the kids who didn’t have the chance to grow with all they friends

You shelter a kid, he turns into a pussy with no end

He grows up and works in offices and lives with three kids

And everything else that’s promised in the book of truth and fact

We declared our own system, why’s there trouble claiming back?

You know nobody wants to own up to messing with our pact

‘Cus the limitless expression is enough to kill the mass

There’s a war in our country, leaders vs. morale

And your capitalism is growing and the kids can’t spell it out

Yeah, C-A-P… nevermind just hear me now

There’s some dead space in here, you fall in, you ain’t come out