more money, more suits

money on the mind, it's a sickness
becoming more common with time
infects the brain, killing creation
an android with written formulas
pretending to be alive
emulating emotions,
convincing itself of the lie

you're lacking oxygen from
your tie being pulled too tight

before ya write anything down
yer thinkin' about the fame
so eager to sell your soul
before an offer is even made
the devil has your contract
all written up, just sign
yer gonna have to pay the toll
more money, more suits in control

you lost the- you lost the-

you lost the point of it all
you lost the- you lost the-
you lost the point of it all

there's no winning,
they already have you trained,
so you're also my enemy
you are my enemy

you're lacking oxygen from
your tie being pulled too tight
suffocating whatever life was left inside

before ya write anything down
yer thinkin' about the fame
so eager to sell your soul
before an offer is even made
the devil has your contract
all written up, just sign
yer gonna have to pay the toll
more money, more suits in control

more money, more suits in control

more money, more suits in control

coma

where does the time go?
generations and still no one knows
caught up in a landslide,
picking up speed 'til the day you die

existing in a constant haze,
can't seem to differentiate the days,
calculating time with milestones and deadlines,
anything to preoccupy our minds

they say ya hit the peak and it's all downhill
ya gain momentum but that's part of the thrill
wishing you could just go back,
derailing yourself off this one way track

we need to wake up from this coma
perception can always change,
destroying the illusions we create,
we need to wake up from this coma
the times will always change
move on from the past and break the chains

the nostalgic living dead,
breaking the natural order,
when prolonging the existence of
what has been drained of life,
birth is the only thing that dies

we need to wake up from this coma
perception can always change,
destroying the illusions we create,
we need to wake up from this coma
the times will always change
move on from the past and break the chains

bougie bitch

you're a bougie bitch
changing the local image
you're a bougie bitch
improving neighborhoods for the privileged
feelin' safe in your conquered village
you're a bougie bitch
making the world a better place
you're a bougie bitch
fighting for dog parks in empty space
a great spot for your dog to piss

ya take a stand,
as long as it's a social trend,
so easily bought
no introspective thought,
you are the man's best friend

it's a pompous culture trickling down from the unseen
like a leech you attach yourself to the bourgeoisie
you've become corrupted
it's the sour blood you drink

you're a bougie bitch
riding a linear course
you're a bougie bitch
ya think the world is only yours
finding island resorts to endorse

you're a bougie bitch
following high society
you're a bougie bitch
nose so high in the air you can't see
the insects of poverty

so callous and cold,
you never dare break the mold,
just an automaton,
with shallow convictions,
you've traded in your soul

it's a pompous culture trickling down from the unseen
like a leech you attach yourself to the bourgeoisie
you've become corrupted
it's the sour blood you drink

children of the night

they found another one last night
flesh ripped from bone with claws and bites
 

they tell themselves anything they think is rational
animal attacks or something else logical
 

it's a shame what happened to ol' Jones
massacred right there in his home

they tell themselves anything they think is rational
animal attacks or something else logical

anything... to help them sleep at night
anything... so they can feel alright
anything... to keep reality in tact
anything... so this nightmare ain't true

ahh-oooooo
they are the children of the night
their song chilling to the bone
ahh-oooooo
they come alive in the moonlight
don't be caught outside alone
they're on the hunt tonight

warnings brushed off as delusional
ignoring the signs right in front of them all
 

they can't handle the madness that they've all seen
deranged stories of man turning into beast

it's an affliction haunting mankind
clinging to beliefs while losing their minds

they can't handle the madness that they've all seen
deranged stories of man turning into beast

anything... so they can sleep at night
anything... to make them feel alright
anything... to keep reality in tact
anything... so this nightmare ain't true

ahh-oooooo
they are the children of the night
their song chilling to the bone
ahh-oooooo
they come alive in the moonlight
don't be caught outside alone
they're on the hunt tonight

why do the smallest dogs have the loudest bark?

the demonstration of strength is a funny thing,
only certain people at certain times under certain
conditions are ever allowed to display it,
some people not at all,
others can show it with impunity,
equality is a thin phony veil over
what true power is and how we're supposed to act,
the shifting leverage through new laws and rules,
it covers the fact that there is always power and
it will never be equal,
just the weak cannibalizing each other
at sad attempts to taste strength,
protection for the smallest dogs to bark the loudest,
while any real power is awarded to
people who collect the most paper

or is it the ones making it?