Casket

Verse 1

Scrolling through a syndicate of synthetic sympathy

Instagram philanthropy, hypocrisy in symphony

They post the prayer hands emoji for a trending tragedy

Then swipe up to purchase counterfeit authenticity

Minimal resistance when the narrative is convenient

But challenge their position and you'll witness what the venom is

Delicate defenses wrapped in self-proclaimed benevolence

They'll burn you at the stake for your supposed irreverence

Verse 2

Rash reactions asking passive damage patterns

Pack of actors acting backwards, average factions lacking laughter

Carry caskets, pass the passes, packaged passions cast in plaster

Masters mastering disaster faster after every chapter

Savages with savage standards mapping savage savage manners

Fabricated banners dangling, average man become a banner

Havoc happens, habits happen, have another hammer smashing

Avatar collapsing after all the happy hashtag mashing

Verse 3

They scream for peace but feast on the weak when they speak from a peak

Every critique is a leak in the dike — they strike, then delete

I write through the night with the light of a streetlamp bleeding concrete

Complete disbelief in relief — every belief is a sheet

They drape over rage, turning the page is a stage for the weak

I cage what they say, flip the display, watch the rage skip a beat

Complete disconnect — they collect every check then collect every tweet

Every syllable pivotal, every visual literal, leave 'em defeated in fetal retreat

Verse 4

Brittle thrones built by brittle bones

Every stone thrown returns home

They beg for sun but curse the burn

Never learn, never turn, never sit with the hurt

Mirrors wrapped in velvet shrouds

We built a world too loud

To hear the quiet dying sounds

Of grace, face down in the crowd

What's allowed is what's loud

What's proud is what's plowed

Underneath the same ground

Where the soft get found

And ground down