Darkness makes its way from the bottom until it molds the soup
They might say that money is the problem, but I believe it's you
I saw someone die in the supermarket, but he was not my friend
So I moved on and did my groceries, cause I don't know that man
I start to wonder if our algorithms are a new religion
But you decide what you wanna believe, and it'll feed your vision
I heard a story about some adolescents beating up a politician
I guess it's scary when they tip the weak minds into extremism
My neighbor's old dog just died, the poor little critter
The kids are having pudding for the night, to add some sweet to the bitter
But they don't know that it contains pig skin, cartilage and cow bones
It's funny how morals hold no truth, it's all about what we're told