We, You, I

We're all molecules and minuscule, ridicule the pitied few
Sit inside our citadels and piss on what the little do
Purchase all the popular populate this fickle globe
Pickle picks a pocket but divorce is such a viscous fold
Foes fathom they fighting for the right cause
Left out one half now trapped in polar opposites
Yelling loud on the cloud but no one swaps a side
We lost inside the Internet work of our lives
Caught up with our pride and narcissism seen light
Through the prism told to reach high and fly
Right to the tip of the pyramid
In a midst of misty lies we lie
Misinformation miseducation
Misdirection misbehaving and missing payments
Meticulous they play the player and slave the slayer
Disciplined to be a victim of the system ain't ya

We all could probably die tonight
We all confined within the lines they write
Who knows I might be next to go
I only hope you never come and get my soul
We all could probably die tonight
We all confined within the lies they write
Who knows I might be next to go
I only hope you never come and get my soul

Seance for the science you don't buy it
Rather hide in mind less vines and the violence
News is vying off the ones who is dying
Tried to kill Bill Nye like 12 times he still fighting derailing the lying
Dispelling mythical tellings and tails you entail as the truth
You tie your own knot ain't that a noose
A loose ledge hang yourself up in the cubicle
Aloof let out the cuticles, wealth got ya funeral
Dated planted sedated by mass media growth
Graded grave been ready to go since birth
Coffin Co. come knocking at the door with a hearse and what is worse is
You all worshiping the most high gods and the goddess
Pray away your sins hope all is forgotten
Hope all your problems turn into naught it's
Like you lost in the darkness the devil watches

We all could probably die tonight
We all confined within the lines they write
Who knows I might be next to go
I only hope you never come and get my soul
We all could probably die tonight
We all confined within the lines they write
Who knows I might be next to go
I only hope you never come and get my soul

I'm just a bunch of atom bonds and minerals
Miserable and cynical spiritual if liquor flow
Laughing cracking back at these symbols and the mystical
Difficult to mettle with the biblical and fictional
Lost at how they profit off two millenni old gossip
Bought into belief now never leave until they off them
Often causing a storm until the rapture
They've captured you from the day you were born
I'm bored of babbling battles we been here before
Rich and the poor never settle the score
Rather settle into rhythm take a Ritalin they don't want you out of the or-
Dinary implement, it's militant
Mayhem and madness make out the magic
Matador menace measured straight down the fabric
Fleece from the sheep they cut keep in their grasps it's
Either be with the herd or be heard by the masses, I'm the latter

We all could probably die tonight
We all confined within the lines they write
Who knows I might be next to go
I only hope you never come and get my soul
We all could probably die tonight
We all confined within the lines they write
Who knows I might be next to go
I only hope you never come and get my soul