All That Glitters

A most impressive overdose of melancholy undertones
To be in vogue is to be fused; sign the paper, beg to be used
Catastrophic gastropod, anti-thought is anti-god
I want you

I want you to eat the rich
I want you to end their game
End their game

Suit, tie, straight-jacket alike
Magnum plaid flaw caste flight
It seems the struggle for which we are born
Is to be outcast or to conform
When the people have nothing more to eat
They will tear them apart with no fear
In the middle of the street

Making cents only makes sense to the senseless
Lay their false freedom on their branded captives
Fortune smiles upon the corrupted
Mechanized tyrants of controlling disruption
I want you to eat straight white men

Anus-mouthed, closed-nosed
Crooked-legged, over-combed
Women-hating, power-fetish
Neck-bearded, white-fish

A silenced percentage of the population
Will violently react if their voices are ignored
The counter-response heard wide across the nation
Ignores the causation and targets the hoard

Inhale deeply, condemn the classes
Exhale loudly, eject the fascist

I want you to eat the rich
I want you to eat
I want you
I want

Physical violence cannot be condoned
It only empowers the bigots on the throne
Log on, boot up, techno-skirt safeguards
Drain accounts, leak info, send them to the stockyards
Consume their money, consume their fame
Consume their power, absorb their name
Redistribute assets, redistribute truth
Motivate the trod-upon, motivate the youth

I want you to eat the rich



Credits
Writer(s): Josh Evans
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