The strike of a Fer de Lance
Mike Jack thriller dance
Shot down aspiration, anxious to kill a chance
Mind go in circles, leave your brain like a ceiling fan
You can make a slave if you break down the will of man
Sleight of hand, tyrant plan, buying land, feel a trance
Soul by the pound, broken down to the milligram
Beg for change, talking to the mirrored man
That can change the situation, but my spirits' jammed
A splash of holy water to blossom imaginations
Salutations to the haters, great debaters, foul and gracious
Idle time is idolized, your dreams were deemed abrasive
Palate for the malice, salivated by the tasteless
Ear buds of fans pollenated by the fakest
Present day honor is makeshift
Prison or Slave ship; Nothing has changed
A rebel yell "freedom" before he bust through the cage
The camera pans slowly and cuts through the rain
To the stage, big chains and shades, ceremonial parade
Editorial to blaze
Can't speak your mind render you afraid
You can't amaze find a better suited trade