ignite that warm welcome home reminded they never gave a shit
and despite the visage sold to tha 'quo you aint believing it
how many times is it hope and hope and hope before its negligence
and hows it feel to end your nightmare woke and still find paralysis

this systems got you got all fucked up and you couldn't care less
that funnel vision got you slurped down like its all yours to digest
afraid your happy hour binge gotta be anything but painless
so punch-drunk on power you couldn't even stomach some raised fists

we drew the lines you couldn't even stand to bear witness
barricades erected so high blinds the the smoke from your last bridges
daddy's home pissed yeah ain't got nothin to show for it
and while i got my sympathies understanding ain't resolution nor forgiveness

so defend that slave-driver title as if you could fucking earn it
lock your doors keep posted don't give a fuck bout the denial of your services
casualties of the flame war upheavel graves to feed spectral death merchants
now last years dumpster fires are rolling downhill recycled and repurposed

doubledown? you'll get intolerance twofold
cast of lynch mobs yeah we aiming to break that mold
we're reapers of what you sow the teeth to the stranglehold
the ghost of the stolen gold a brick in the hands of the bold
each torn from that prison you sold us
we spit blood thru the bars cuz no cage can fucking hold us