Crack Cloud – Costly Engineered Illusion

Please take your seats

Blessed are the people that are filled from their pantries
The fancy run this shanty (We need a vigilante)
Never in the clear, but we still persevere
Scrapping to get by, we are the final frontier

We dance with the devil, so expect no pause
We’ve got flaws, ain’t got laws (We’re fucking animals)
Bastards outclass us but they all have gods and masters
Their ethics keep ‘em in sh-sh-sh-sh-shackles

Yeah, so I fixed at work again
They said, “Pack up,” I said, “Amen”
And now I’m stuck in fucking traffic
Another drag, I’m down to plastic
Oh, how I wish that I could fly
The bills are high, but so am I
Below the bridge, the water’s cool
I’m tired of being the fucking fool
Step out the car, they start to honk
Say goodbye to this old punk
The wind draws near as I approach
I step off into the unknown

Yo, give me that mic
Yeah, motherfucker put your hands up high
Hands up high
Put your hands in the sky
You’re a real motherfucker, hands up high

Your wrists are tied and your hands are numb
It’s the price to pay for your continuum
Your life’s a lie and your mind’s gone dry
It’s the cost to own your condominium

Your spirit’s shattered but the price is low
It’s the trade you made for your dominion
Yeah, nothing matters unless it costs
What a costly engineered illusion

Your wrists are tied and your hands are numb
It’s the price to pay for your continuum
Your life’s a lie and your mind’s gone dry
It’s the cost to own your condominium