Aye

They don't act up for the camera

They just sit back and command them

And collect and deflect and abandon

They even wrote all the Ten Commandments

They watched Jesus get nailed to the cross

In real time and in their heads

They watched Boudica fall to the Romans

They watched Lennon as they shot him dead

They watched Jackie pick up Kennedy's head

They watched kids go to Epstein's bed

They watched Hollywood whitewash remake movies

Of napalm falling like water on rocks

They watched the atom bomb reduce two cities to dust

And paint the whole narrative as totally just

They fly drones above our heads

That paint the ground black and red

Children's eyes clasped in dread

They all knew where it led

Trade ties steeped in guile

They knew the fall was coming all the while

And they double down on misery

The age old blatant mystery

Subterfuge in synergy

Poor hate the poor

Hate the poor

Hate the poor

Hate the poor

Poor hate the poor

Hate the poor

Hate the poor

Hate the poor

It's a blame game

It's a fame trap

It's the martyrdom of the spoken

It's the last breath of the awoken

And the woke kids are just dickheads

And the dickheads are all ages

And everybody's pointing at somebody's sweetheart

I'm a scumbag

Making my peace with the internal drag

Making my thesis on the faceless man

He's got the whole world in his fucking hands

I don't have time for the very few

They never had time for me and you

I don't have time for the very few

They never had time for me and you

I don't have time for the very few

They never have time for me and you

I don't have time for the very few

They never have time for me and you

I don't have time for the very few

They never have time for me and you

I'm not a fucking patriot anymore

I'm not a fucking singer anymore

I'm not a fucking liberal anymore

I'm not a fucking anything or anyone

I'm not a fucking anything or

I'm not a fucking anything

I'm not a fucking

I'm not a

I'm not

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