Midnight Apathy

Verse 1

Pillage the privilege, of the obvious lineage.

Siphoning truth from the context mess.

Tonight a civilization dies, on a psychos timeline.

Grinding the normies in a partisan salt mine.

Flood the zone with the opinion bots.

Stereotype tropes for loud-mouthed twats.

While any logic in the head needs a chemical dressing.

And the "lesser of the evils" keeps the masses guessing.

Hook

Dead man switch went slack, but did anybody crack?

Who’s holding the lease-on this tin-foil hat?

Midnight Climax, a honeypot hustle.

Redistribute the wealth with the I. M. F. muscle.

Verse 2

Assange was compromised, and then left abandoned.

WikiLeaks now only sings, state-sponsored anthems.

A deadman’s trigger, intercept before fracture.

The truth is a product, of a mass manufacture.

Transparency’s a trope, for the drone-strike era.

Whistleblower's choke, in a state-owned terror.

Read the Epstein tabloid, in the checkout aisles.

While ignoring the number, of redacted files.

Hook

Prosecute the truth, but promote the lie.

Leave your mark, in a surveillance sky.

We're voting for the Evil with the friendlier face.

No logic in the mess do the masses trace.

Bridge

Leverage the logic...

Logic the leverage...

Apathy salaries cerebral hemorrhage.

Mechanism, schism, prisms of the isms.

The fluorescent lights, and over-painted bricks,

short little benches and take a turn to shit.

They don’t hide the ruse, explode you lit the fuse.

And any doofus on T. V., is one they made to lose. McDonald’s for your hole.

Walmarts in your soul. for your hole.

Walmarts in your soul.

Because you got no fuckin sense if you let this shit go.

End