"I've come to bring the truth,
To every cat that wants to listen,
To hear my words glisten,
With perfection, no correction,
Purely action, one man faction,
Bringin' it hard like an erection,
Bringin' anarchy, fuck the election,
Restorin' harmony, forget inaction,
Pourin' peroxide on societal wounds,
Lyrical genocide on social infection,
Stupidity extinction, erasing the fiction,
Turnin' friction, into a fire,
You tire as I ascend higher,
Give the banking mafia power,
And your situation is dire,
Their intentions are sour,
But when it comes to fight,
All they do is cower,
Let peace and harmony bloom,
Like a flower, knowledge supreme,
Reigning over like a tower,
Thousand petal lotus,
Don't let ignorance erode us,
Our government looked at money,
And subsequently sold us,
Why trust them, why let them lie,
And from that lie, fanatically,
Enthusiastically, sporadically,
Letting your brothers and sisters die?
In your eye, this ideal is a stye,
It will grow to blind you,
And soon, you won't find yourself,
You'll be lost, cuz you got crossed,
You got bossed, flipped and tossed,
Mixed up like sauce, and then flossed,
Between the gnashing teeth of the elite,
Rip up your tax sheet,
Tell them to take a seat,
And to listen to the words,
Which fly like birds, to the next adaptation,
Looking for restoration, relaxation,
From this burden, this burnin',
From the inside of the mind,
Evolve to resolve the problem,
This beast, this insanity, this twisting,
Of the concept of freedom, gather and,
Lead 'em, out the door of the whitehouse,
Or give them a flight out the house,
No more taxes, no more war,
No more IRS or DEA knockin' down your door,
No more dirty cop makin' you hit the floor,
No more pointless laws, no more money claws,
No more of the state deciding your fate,
But go the other way, the mutiny of piety,
Then fuck your society..."
Artist: Vile
Song: Fuck Your Society
