Spitty - We, You, I lyrics
[Spitty - We, You, I lyrics]
Ridicule the pitied few
Sit inside our citadels and piss
On what the little do
Purchase all the popular populate
This fickle globe
Pickle picks a pocket but divorce
Is such a viscous fold
Foes fathom they fighting for the right cause
Left out one half now trapped in polar oppo-
Sites, yelling loud on the cloud but
No one swaps a side
We lost inside the Internet work of our lives
Caught up with our pride
And narcissism seen light
Through the prism told to reach high and fly
Right to the tip of the pyramid
In a midst of misty lies we lie
Misinformation miseducation
Misdirection misbehaving and missing payments
Meticulous they play the player
And slave the slayer
Disciplined to be a victim of
The system ain't ya
We all could prolly die tonight
We all confined within the lines they write
Who knows I might be next to go
I only hope you never come and get my soul
We all could prolly die tonight
We all confined within the lies they write
Who knows I might be next to go
I only hope you never come and get my soul
Seance for the science you don't buy it
Rather hide in mind less
Vines and the violence
News is vying off the ones who is dying
Tried to kill Bill Nye like 12 times
He still fighting derailing the lying
Dispelling mythical tellings and tails you
Entail as the truth
You tie your own knot ain't that a noose
A loose ledge hang yourself up in the cubicle
Aloof let out the cuticles
Wealth got ya funeral
Dated planted sedated by mass media growth
Graded grave been ready to go since birth
Coffin Co come knocking at the door with
A hearse and what is worse is
You all worshiping the most high
Gods and the goddess
Pray away your sins hope all is forgotten
Hope all your problems turn into naught it's
Like you lost in the
Darkness the devil watches
We all could prolly die tonight
We all confined within the lines they write
Who knows I might be next to go
I only hope you never come and get my soul
We all could prolly die tonight
We all confined within the lines they write
Who knows I might be next to go
I only hope you never come and get my soul
I'm just a bunch of atom bonds and minerals
Miserable and cynical spiritual
If liquor flow
Laughing cracking back at these
Symbols and the mystical
Difficult to mettle with the
Biblical and fictional
Lost at how they profit off
Two millenni old gossip
Bought into belief now never leave
Until they off them
Often causing a storm until the rapture
They've captured you from the
Day you were born
I'm bored of babbling battles
We been here before
Rich and the poor never settle the score
Rather settle into rhythm take a Ritalin they
Don't want you out of the or
Dinary implement, it's militant
Mayhem and madness make out the magic
Matador menace measured straight
Down the fabric
Fleece from the sheep they cut
Keep in their grasps it's
Either be with the herd or
Be heard by the masses, i'm the latter
We all could prolly die tonight
We all confined within the lines they write
Who knows I might be next to go
I only hope you never come and get my soul
We all could prolly die tonight
We all confined within the lines they write
Who knows I might be next to go
I only hope you never come and get my soul