Crucify Your Culture

(альбом: Demos (Do Not Share), Vol. II - 2020)

A murderer's mind, born into a murderous time
Where right or wrong is a blurred line hard to define
For greed has poisoned the well, we all drink from the chalice
It's a long way down into the rabbit hole, Alice

Now I crucify your culture, burn down the altar
Religion of consumerism picks us off like vultures
Takes us for punks, they say "jump", we jump
It's the same if it's Bush, or Obama, or Trump

I'm not buying into a one-two-three-party system
I rise against them illusions of choice, take our voice, so take back your rigged election system
Deficit, represent nobody but your money, funny
How you keep 'em sweet, honey, shepherds and the sheep, dummy

Someday they'll find a way to sell my views
Like they sold the concept of freedom to you
They sold the voice of Huxley, of Orwell, Guevara, Dalai Lama
Now they're all just a product to you

And now you care more about your new shoes than loose screws
In minds of politicians that abuse truths to shape you and break you
Consumerism rapes you until your thoughts, they ain't you
They make you wanna hate you so you keep buying, buying, buying

Corporation frying, defying fraudulent liars
And burning empires, tap into the telephone wires
And history's biased, it glorifies and justifies our evil
It justifies the wars that rain destruction upon people

"Every single human born equal"
They treat you like an asset, not a human man, it's see-through
Slavery through debt, you think that mortgage is to help you?
Bills stacking high, killing dreams, money maims you, lion tames you

The land of the free irony
A hierarchy, false education kills the fire in me
Still, I stand strong like two towers
That were knocked down by greedy men's thirst for power and now greed

Greed plants the seed that will destroy us all
If we succumb to greed
Fuck greed, silent I breathe, burn money
Greed makes us bleed, makes us bleed, makes us bleed

Our political system is a farce
Democracy will not exist till actions speak louder than money
Wealth is a poisoned honey
Another money-making holiday for the Eastern bunny

Adverts suck out your soul, ah, drink Coca Cola
Lining up the pockets of the fat controller
Selling fear to the people, let it spread like ebola
Propaganda machine, American dream, it's hopeless

Nikola Tesla, 1883
The DC current system fought against the AC
But not because the AC system wasn't any better
'Cause people don't like change when money's at the centre

Move, let me enter from the epicentre
Poison parliament, ah, who's the main contender?
Oh, it's you Mr. President, evident
That the counter-intelligence is a hell of a prevalent