[Intro]
Uh-huh

[Verse 1]
One's blight's another's paradise of unpolished gems
Plucked from the dollar bins dust mites are crawlin' in
Don't put me in a box with them, I need oxygen
So I can say my peace like an extended olive limb
When the public square turn into a coliseum?
The plan's to opt out the panopticon
Buy a plot of land, reduce the Babel Tower to a pile of sand
And find a portal to the time before the fall of man
It all began, so I'm told, with a sound
Then along came a rogue out to steal the king's crown
Eyеs on the summit, tryin' to become it
Firе in his stomach, pride before the plummet
All the true progress to offset his aims is now
Empty platitudes and cosmetic change
The priests traded in their black robes for white lab coats
Sniffin' out dissent from the shadows in the back roads

[Chorus]
So it moves and meanders
And warps and distorts when viewed through news cameras
Some open, some doors slam shut
There's bullet holes in armpits, they said that he refused to put his hands up
The rules have changed, it's new terrain
The manufactured tools used to drain the blue runnin' through your veins
Are billowin' smoke like movin' trains
And takin' aim at every qubit of our souls in a losin' game
[Verse 2]
The world stage is set
Engaged in battle with the shadows that the state projects in a fixed game of chess
The loudest ones never practice what they profess
And point fingers when their own demons pose the greatest threat
Malaise in the final days as the fires rage
And melancholia comes in tidal waves
Walk around scrawlin' my name inside the maze
Then crawl into a nautilus shell and hide away
The highest praise couldn't pull a fish from the pits of hell
When his self accusations morph into a prison cell
It'll take more than pennies in the wishin' well
To tip the scales and see the light behind the lifted veil

[Chorus]
So it moves and meanders
And warps and distorts when viewed through news cameras
Some open, some doors slam shut
There's bullet holes in armpits, they said that he refused to put his hands up
The rules have changed, it's new terrain
The manufactured tools used to drain the blue runnin' through your veins
Are billowin' smoke like movin' trains
And takin' aim at every qubit of our souls in a losin' game