[Intro]
Most people are just like so quick to wanna latch onto some sort of identity, some sort of group identity where they can say, "Who's gonna do the thinking for me? Who's gonna make this decision for me? Who's gonna tell me what's right or wrong?" but most people do not have the capacity and do not want to take on the responsibility to make those decisions in the first place

[Verse 1: Greydon Square]
Yo
Speech name flagrant
I'm more concerned with unelected deep state agents
Weed stay blazin'
Gone is we who laud the people who speak honestly, now it's often speech or be arrested by the thought police
In style, the outrage is frivolous through the lense of now they call my criticisms bigoted
Dormant and spurned, unending are the war terms while I'm more concerned our memories are short-termed
We fall for words, they watch behaviors
All they have to do is change the face and they can play us
Turn us on our neighbors, neutral zones drawn along the saviors
Brutal the pawn are for the invasion
Any deviation of the status quo, right left, life death, they'll label you a radical
They'll seek to neutralize the threat you pose, aim at you the press like the rest of the intellectuals

[Chorus]
And you think they want open minds?
They just here to make sure that you toe the line
Crazy is the whole design, maybe if you know the signs we can make it's growth decline
They're programming the better drones
Just one of many in a set of clones
A line where they expect to toe, where any independent mind who thinks for self is threat to code
[Verse 2: Greydon Square]
They'll want you to be a part of their forces, but you might have a different opinion on guns and worship
You might not toe the line on abortion, or think tax as extortion, or even think of the facts as important
Who makes the rules to this group or club?
Do they declare for me my enemies and who to love?
Proof is scrub that isn't narrative, that lucid drug
Will they stay consistent when below and true above? Humm?
Ruminations too salacious, true and basic
The safest are the dronings of the human matrix
Dismiss this planets god as candela, all to see it returned as the cancel mod
The highest treason: if you don't subscribe to an identity allegiance they'll decry your thesis
While they sit with the sin of hypocrites, sniffin' into it, the recidivism is tenuous
But the stench of it stay stuck on us
From the state corrupt to the fundies and race hustlers, I can't fuck with 'em
Members like they carryin' card, they love power when it's their team in charge
Lead us to war or peaceful divorce, your either in breach of the fort or thief on the courts
This ain't the chior when you preachin' the lord, too jaded ire makes the people ignore it, yep

[Chorus x2]