You can chip away the fragments of my skull
But don't be disappointed when all you find is tinfoil
It's conscientiously dreaming above your laws
Free of your failed economy and contagious dyslexia
My motive is behind suits and fancy desks
Tyranny cannot be overthrown with simple protests
Violence is the only thing these bastards understand
They'll say I'm a murdering coward, that I'm unstable
When this political wasteland has been unbalanced for years
An eye for an eye and a piece of steel for a figurehead
If I had my civil rights than this message would've never happened
The literate thinkers will awaken to the new currency
And I will stay here, dreaming and pleading the fifth
Brilliance.
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