Systemic Pandemic

As I sit in isolation with my code
The enlightened construct of my roof has gathered mold
An absent god leaves free illusion's stage for phallus acts
And my empire-dominated act is getting old

Nihilists with capital may help you make the roads
But masculine in masochist don't help a flower grow
Men might build a house, but only women make a home
It's houseless men that make me threat my Earth won't make it home

Genocide, psychopaths, warlords make the maps
A masculine audacity that's woven in the stats
Femininity in wanton touch, she heals her servant back
And if healing is a balance act, let balance take control

I need some love to hold onto
(Outside the shadows that I've grown)
I sell myself to the worth I belong to
(Via the buyers that I know)

By virtue of this being Plato's cave
The crowd beholds the culture that enchants the shadow's game
Compartmentalizing color's by eye's lie evolve and change
To seeing dark coloured people in handcuffs getting slain

A contrarian may hit you with the facts
That, by the numbers, the white deaths outnumber blacks
But in the Western World, where the Caucasian color's stacked
Attacks based on the fact your Black just mean discrimination's free to act

And if power needs an underclass sustained
Then, they'll move blindly forward at the cost the weakest pay
And color doesn't matter when you're just too poor to play
And power has no ear to answer weakness on their level of the game

You may need some will to hold onto
(But I saw your shadow grow)
I sell myself to the worth I belong to
(While I watch my flower grow)

You may need some will to hold onto
(But I saw your shadow grow)
I sell myself to the worth I belong to
(While I watch my flower grow)

Every culture that our ignorance begat
On the thrones where the old kings of nepotism had once sat
Now sits the beasts of corporation's technocrats
The structure minds our comfort, to which our morals then adapt

Individuals partake with road to gain
And racing to the top may seem a catalyst to change
But humans seem misguided by reprisals of their rage
The emotion that insists a soul engage

But power keeps your apathy sustained
Exhaustion to earn your portion spent on escorts and cocaine
A tax on artifacts of the instincts that humans crave
But the cycle says there's always more to gain

And I mi-might be designed to keep he and his fellows safe
But not at the cost of what is clean instead of sane
You get impatient on impartial ways to act
Get out of line, you get exiled or get your neck snapped

I need some love to hold onto
(As you watch your shadow grow)
I sell myself to the worth I belong to
(By the flowers that I know)

I need some love to hold onto
(As I watch your shadow go)
I sell myself to the worth I belong to
(By the flowers that I know)