Wrath of Ford

On television, its just uh
Ridiculous and its destructive—
It kills us, they kill our language
So we have to declare holy war
Against uh what we see and
Every single day, on television

Walking down a structure made from spirals
Final destination ain't no going backwards now
Grew up loving faceless corporations
Love to give them power over others
Loyal to the brand militia in the Congos
Squirting oil out my pores to fund
Another high rise condo in the middle of Toronto
Saddle up the world is worse than what you make it
Running out of options purchasing
My happiness from television infomercials
Till I end up blue and purple
Nothing stays the same except the ways
We find to celebrate your exploitation
Expectations lower in the human soul
I wanna tear it out your body and ingest it
Another piggy with a service weapon covered in his brains
Barely conscious insomniac
I'd rather take my happy pills than
Get up for another day of being sober
Need my soma
Take it slow and up the dosage
Don't you dare start to hold out on my dopamine and serotonin
Fill me up with meds until my corpse is happy and it's bloated

I been for the streets and I ain't ever caught a love bug
Smash and then I dash I call it desperado slut fuck
Said he wanna buy but he ain't ever got enough funds
Ain't opposed to getting high
Depends on what the drug does
You just edgy like inverted crosses
Sigils drawn & curses talkin
All about them fantasies
But evil lurk a different quadrant
You ain't know reality
And what it means to be a monster
You ain't out here kicking no door
Product flipped to buy some more
Them demons fake as fuck
And truly darkness takes a different form
These junkies and this money is
What really be a wicked source
No heaven in the sky and only hell the one he wanna snort
Just for a pay stub fucking my faith up
One at a time I'm leaving them face up
End of the day this consciousness is ate up
Start of the next I'm already laced up

Life is hard but I can make it harder
And the tunnel's only getting darker
Sell me holy water
Sawed offs and a lot of saw dust in rotation
Sinking into fog like Harry Mason
Faces on the CRT are haunted by the souls of those
Who line up just to die with cash in hand
This nation dammed repeat the past
No safety in an anchor or a forecast
Masses wish for safety but the people
That they trust are sticking blades inside their back
I've learned I shouldn't care so I never thought to ask

Nah I never thought to mention it
Caught within the sentence
Quick as smoke right out my breath again
Method in the madness all so gradual when in the end
See every thing is natural wrath grabbing these passages
I don't know how it matches this
The stash inside ya mattresses
Blood through the carpet
Full of hate
Still starving
Either way I'm apart of what of I've made
From the start of this craving falling
Father away a slave to the way I behave
Cradle graves the day awakens in the rain
We can't act no more this is actual
Casual murder inside ya avenue
Magnifying the masses and battle rules
Every story is tatted I'm seeing this clear
My exodus not reimagined this is nothing to fear
Bleeding tears in this pen and all I see is what's real now
And I can't sit back and let it go
Red or blue don't matter gonna pop both and end the show