Indian Style

They sell their spit as rain
we revel in our shame
the rebels outta settle
on where to shift the blame
the divisionary game is
the way they entertain kids
when they get you where the brain is
praise Jesus and the famous
humans are the strangest
form of coward and courageous
we worship gods and nations
looking past each other on our space ships

A Hollow Cost

If you got something to say you might as well save it
my counter point is your face in the pavement
I tire of talking to pacified zombies
who speak of economies and winning the lottery
who think God hates sodomy and babies shouldn't die
who think humans grow wings and live in the sky
who think evil men live in the core of the earth
who think the core of a man is his financial worth 
who thinks anymore is the real fucking question
we parrot opinions and ignore the lessons
accepting blessings because they're needed
we're fatter than the ego we're feeding
we're becoming the lesser of more than 2 evils
hundreds of millions of guilty ass people

A Symptom of Arrogance

The questions we don't ask are the ones that we're made of
like why they painted Jesus white and made him betray us
Are the people in charge the ones we're afraid of
What do they do with the money after they rape us

Build satellites to silently tape us
psychologically they spit in our faces
push us around, tell us to be gracious
No wonder we're all fucking racists
the rich all have the same colored faces

So protesters grab your torches
and set fire to the fortress
they don't want war, they just want worship
it's all about that keep you poor shit
when you can't afford the cost of living
you must burn down the fucking city