Kuzco

Catalysts emerge longing to become the topic
No use for imagination in your constricting cage
The fourth estate contorts to what brings the paper
Set out to be just like the last
Idols stand on backs of man, a carbon copy
You expect uniformity from everything
Unbalance your belief
Where is the progress?
Where's your integrity?
Your idols will always nail you down
Take in these words
I'm so sick of it all
You try to find and pick out everything that you think is flawed
This isn't for you
We do this for ourselves
We will build up the empire you're intent on breaking
(Kick it)
Down
(Following patterns; they are rats of men)
Following patterns; they are rats of men
Following patterns; atop sits the rat king, and he will never let you live
(TBD)
You can't win



Credits
Writer(s): Impurities
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