Dan Bull - The Division lyrics

It takes five days for society to break
Starvation, hunger, violence and rape
The United States of America's dead
Of her epidemic yet again
The violin should play
When you orchestrate and prepare an awful
State of affairs is it fair
To say that you paid to rob your own grave?
With nature defaced, the decay is ingrained
You can't take the truth 'til
It's straight in your face
And it's too late to change
It or take it away fate is a strange thing
We predicted the happenings
Straight after late capitalism
But we didn't prepare for the winter despair
There was frost on the glass
We were lacking the vision
But for what little is left
We need a tactical mission
And for that, we can thank The Division

New York City could it be more gritty?
Money is the root of all evil
So when we fall farther it seems more fitting
New York City could it be more gritty?
Money is the root of all evil
Would our dear forefathers weep or pity?

Rewind flash back for a minute as
We shoot back five days to Black Friday
New York, feel the boom bap vibrate
Street map is a true rat like maze
Open jail, flip the gulag sideways
Too late to glue cracks, view that crime rate
Whole city's in a 2Pac mindstate
Thugging at eachother to get food and hydrate
Better get moving to that highway
Come on, if you really wanna do that
Why wait?
Pack your bags, grab your shoes and migrate
Cause a dead president's a dude that's irate
For a land built on dirty money
It's absurdly funny that it's turning ugly
But, you know humans, we just keep running
And we will, it is our will
And this is a free country

New York City could it be more gritty?
Money is the root of all evil
So when we fall farther it seems more fitting
New York City could it be more gritty?
Money is the root of all evil
Would our dear forefathers weep or pity?

The president says to do whatever it takes
To tether the threads and weather the state
Defend it against any tremors and quakes
Hell or heaven could make
My vector can spray like a rector can pray
So I'll rectify lies, correct your mistakes
You're treading a fine line with
Steps that you take
So you might find my bootprint
Etched in your face
Yes siree, we do what's necessary
Every discretionary decision is left up to me
Definitely stepping the street
With weapon ready to step in and cease
The spread of the epidemic dead on it's feet
Second guessing whoever we meet
We're a second from our severed
Head and spines lying separately
So I'm speaking to my
Team with techy telepathy if I protect them
They protect me

New York City could it be more gritty?
Money is the root of all evil
So when we fall farther it seems more fitting
New York City could it be more gritty?
Money is the root of all evil
Would our dear forefathers weep or pity?