God Blessed America with a money making scheme
Let's all prostitute a tragedy, give it a universal theme
Your as evil as maleficent, smiling at the feeling you get
When the ice-cycles pierce through your chest and arteries
But it’s the moment of revelation that I revel in
When the heat of understanding melts your oppressors
And leaves holes for windows for all to gawk at your discarded dreams
Rapid eye moving far away from your aggressors and foes
On stage your life is a mellow dramatic kabuki
And in my opinion you've dressed yourself in the most attractive kimono
Acting out the part of an MC saying poetry so meaningful
And when you're not around yourself you’ve managed to erase self without help
I see thousands of sponges emaciated into piles of gun powder
Threatening suicide which in turn would kill this guy
Dried up from a drought of rain to fill insides
Can you see them searching on hands and knees
Looking for the first thing to pour into their chapped parched brains
Washed into the shallows, content with just being knee deep
What am I trying to say? what are you trying to listen to?
It's not my fault this media has made it to your home
And is now permeating through your living room
Maybe I'm just a poser and everyone else is for real
Or maybe I really do measure up short, and all this time I thought I had to kneel
This frostbite is starting to cause permanent damage