Diabolical times of mass murder, time full of it
speak ease even conversations is nuclear
they fear when its a group of us so we roll in packs
space age patriot act, they got your phone tapped cousin
what you gon do? Don't let fightin' this beast make a beast outta' you
sometimes I feel like a monster cleanin my 12 gauge
contemplating if I can murder or not, escape routes, and getaways
but the rude awakenin' is man, they lockin' us in cages
tellin' us to abort our babies while they collect sperm donations
attempted depletion of a righteous nation
we got a 100 cable stations, but something is what none of 'em are sayin'
my eyelids achin' from bein' open so wide, space age genocide
they can try but they can't hide, the fact that there's hope
my history ain't start on no boat, chained and bound
and the beauty is found that we fall, trip, but never hit the ground
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