VERSE 1
You sold your soul for some paper and metal
Digital transactions from lawsuits you settled
All you have left is a mediocre shell
And a special seat for you waiting in hell
Your spirit was once so colorful and bright
Before you fell off hard after turning right
Your road to heaven was paved with blood
Your so-called “truth bombs” were only duds
VERSE 2
When I give my soul to the left
I get a return on what I invest
The stories of underdogs just like myself
Told in the form of books on my shelf
Songs, art, movies, and more
Keep me from becoming a bootlicking whore
I grew and matured, I learned from the best
Who cares about results on a standardized test?
VERSE 3
Crushing dreams is what keeps you alive
Heaven forbid that creativity thrives
They should sell their souls for a pizza party
In a corporate office packed like sardines
Into cubicles more like trash compactors
That’s how you see them, they suppress detractors
Power corrupts, it’s an insatiable hunger
Feed the addiction while the artists suffer
VERSE 4
Why hire meat sacks when robots are cheaper?
Why use your brain when your pockets are deeper?
Why relate to another human being?
When outer beauty is all that you’re seeing?
Beauty fades and so does common sense
Those who enable you are not your friends
They carry knives in search of a back
Slip up just a little and they’re on the attack
They run away with your big money sack
Another soulless wonder, you’re left with jack
“Capitalism breeds innovation” they say
Yet it’s the same old shit every damn day
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