Hey!

Old pawn shop decaying on the corner lot
Held up by the backs of the half-dead and distraught
Hey

Get back to work its your turn on the wheel
Gotta power the machine that keeps you under heel
Take the rock from Sisyphus's hand
Push that big old boulder 'cross this God-forsaken land
Hey

There's an entire generation
Choking on the medication
Take your pills to make it out there
Beg for scraps from a billionaire
Whos never set foot on the factory floor
Why doesn't anybody want to work anymore

I was always taught the false prophet was a man
Of a certain kinda evil with the antichrist in hand
Hey

Seven years of broken seals, trumpets, and bowls
Till the day book is closed on the sinners and the ghouls
The cursed divine will broadcast prayers straight to your head
Pick and choose the hits from the book they never read
Hey

TV man preaching Gods way
Bought a jet from taxes he didn't pay
Render unto Caesars that which is his
Render unto Caesar

They think they'll be saved on judgement day
The good lord works in mysterious ways
Don't look behind the curtain, just enjoy the big parade
The smoke and mirror circus kleptocratic charade
Hey

You say it's getting hot in here but I'm feeling fine
Won't listen to your bitchin man cause I got mine
One hand in your pocket, the other holding out a plate
Can you ever really trust the one who tells you what to hate
Hey

1% own the other 99
Give 'em just a glimmer to keep 'em all in line
Split them down the middle and keep them north of broke
But what'll they do when ouroboros starts to choke

Don't think
Don't feel
Don't love
Don't care
Just work
Yes sir
Then spend
Yes sir
Just fear
Yes sir
They'll keep us safe
From this scary scary world
Hey
Are you listening
Hey
You probably shouldn't be
Hey