Locked

Slip a bill, urged with cash
Provide a sum, cover up your trash
And wonder why the masses wane
In a monopolized, putrid, infested plane

For a price, learn what you want
From articles filled with thoughts of propagandic napalm for your soul

Here's a virile vocal onslaught
Dead-eyed right on you
Your modern day locksmith's
Using algorithmic, euphemistic language to prevent the truth
A word to the wise
Your masters in a silk disguise
Won't let ya know
Won't let ya grow
So they'll lock the bandwidth and in turn, lock your mind

History's a mystery
The dialogue is misery
To leave you jaded, faded, running for the hills

Here's a virile vocal onslaught
Dead-eyed right on you
Your modern day locksmith's
Using algorithmic, euphemistic language to prevent the truth
A word to the wise
Your masters in a silk disguise
Won't let ya know
Won't let ya grow
So they'll lock the bandwidth and in turn, lock your mind