hold up hold my phone, they used to never wanna hear us….REMEMBER….MUTHAFUCKA…REMEMBER….
Using confusion as an excuse to lose faith in humanity
Imbued with a view there’s a ruse in every single fantasy
Conspiracy theorist living in fear of the mirrors
Sincerest of gears in the machine the heart pierces
Fearless of hatred because I’m to used to the matrix
They want us the make cents, bitch why don’t you make us