| All the flashin' lights, all the perfect lives
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| Focused on a screen, where everything is a lie
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| Help, don’t just slip away
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| Am I still there?
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| Insomniac, I lie wide awake
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| I’m irate with blind hate, I’m doomed to my fate
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| How much can I take? |
| My murder mind state
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| And when I’m dead gone, don’t come to my wake
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| And you won’t like me when I get angry
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| The Bill Bixby, original, not Ang Lee
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| Mechanical deity blow up the scenery
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| Robot, autonomous weapon machinery
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| The ache in the armor, they wanna break him in harder
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| They wanna make him a martyr, that’s what the pain is a part of
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| We livin' life hypnotized with your eyes in the iPhone
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| Catalogue and the masters that I own
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| Skeleton play the drum with a thighbone
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| Bullet slide in your dome in the crime zone
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| Suck the budgets, construct the puppets
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| Obstruct the justice, corrupted judges, wicked
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| What will be the secret that’s hidden from mankind?
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| Wisdom and inner vision religion can’t find
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| Needed the operator to give me the landline
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| Diggin' in deeper, begin losin' my damn mind
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| And you’re alone
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| All the flashin' lights, all the perfect lives
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| Gazin' at a screen where everything is a lie
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| Bendin' how you think, holds you in its teeth
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| Focused on the screen, where everything is a lie
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| Livin' through a screen, where everything is a lie
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| Fallin' down, goin' deeper, and I’m hittin' the bottom
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| I’ll be the Canaanite sinnin' in the city of Sodom
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| Until my mama see my name in the obituary column
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| And they still will be killin' me like I’m Bill and Hillary Rodham
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| Smoke and brimstones to molten rock
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| You wanna sell your soul? |
| The devil’s overstocked
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| Commit a crime, Instagram the photo
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| Feds’ll be watchin' in every borough
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| Political rhetoric or Jim Crow
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| Somethin' wicked this way comin' below
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| Pictured by Richard Avedon
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| Is it Minister Farrakhan?
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| And inside of the Rotten Apple, we livin' in Babylon?
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| Need to fit in their narrative or they will remove you
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| When they try to rule you, ruin those who are truthful
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| They use you, they fool you, the voodoo, pazuzu
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| The Hollywood, Hollyweird, who’s who and who’s new
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| The zombie society, they never been alive
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| As they followin' the blind, walk into genocide
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| And another young one done when the gun blast
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| St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, bloodbath
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| Livin' in a wicked world, will it ever get better?
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| 147 kids that were killed in Kenya
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| Paris and Brussels, Orlando, Aurora
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| The church in Charleston, the horror, the slaughter
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| Enforcin' the laws of the border wars
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| Bodies of migrants on the water shores
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| As we enter the Twilight Zone dimension
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| Where they’re sure to shank ya, with no redemption
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| The Hollywood Terry Crews is molested in
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| In the era The Apprentice is President
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| LSD, mescaline, human experiment, American idiocracy evident
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| Leavin' a dream of the demon gene, is it an evil queen or Elohim
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| All the flashin' lights, all the perfect lives
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| Gazin' at a screen, where everything is a lie
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| Bendin' how you think, holds you in its teeth
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| Focused on the screen, where everything is a lie
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| Livin' through a screen
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| And you’re alone |