Till The Machine

Dig harder
Dig harder
Dig harder
You may find some
Disorder
Disorder
Disorder
In the system
Amendments
Amendments
Amendments
Make me mental
I got questions
But I can't help it
If I express it, then
I'm arrested

Mistreated, indeed
It seeps into our lifestyle
There ain't no likewise
Just a whole bunch of white lies
Lies about subsidies
Privatized enemies
That prioritize greed
Of the people that buy the same shit
Now with their name on it
Bitch please
Tell me something new about it
We need amendments on the bullshit panel
This wholesome scandal
May sound delicious to you
But you're the one who bites
More than you can chew
So do away with the fake ass decor
Anyways that's what the media knows.
We've been through this before
Where you lock up a couple of people
And a thousand more revolt

Till the machine
Until it bleeds
Hold on to your
Rakes and shovels, your land your rubble
Because they don't know how to lead

Rebels in levels of heightened enlightenment
Hiding but fighting against the delusions.
Losing the battle against the system.
Smothered with capitalistic intentions
We're already burning
No one's learning
Somebody turn the alarm on full swing
Is anyone listening
Except for the misfits
They have my every move on their tracking systems
Glitches and fixes for my sentences.
To fit with in with political correctness
Oh shit, I should be so frightened
But I feel so light headed
The last time I checked I still have my rights
It's just that I'm not right when they're insistent
And so right wing-finned
Is that even a thing



Credits
Writer(s): Sheldon Fonseca
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