Revolver

All the numbers and shapes and the faceless snakes slither anti-human with a reptile hate
Systematic isolation of our information is the torture and rape of the internet age
Drawing the blood and pulling the teeth, dragging the mud and pulling the strings
Shackled to dollars, shock-white collars
Load all the blanks into the revolver and shoot

Pull the trigger now babe, yes it might get loud babe, all we want is out
So shoot! Fire at the controller, end is getting closer, all we want is out

Take pills for the pressure, pay bills on depression, always be compelled, never
Own yourself, your consumption or your dis-oppression
Freedom is dumb, it's subliminal hell
Capitalism is a lithium tent with the air outside and a red-blood sky
Petrodollars, reptilian watchers, load all the blanks into the revolver and shoot

Pull the trigger now babe, yes it might get loud babe, all we want is out
So shoot! Fire at the controller, end is getting closer, all we want is out



Credits
Writer(s): Forrest Heise
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