They can smell the scent of blood in the air
It's been spilling in the streets
It's not the villains that we're killing
Split each other down the seams
Been divided by extremes
Live and die by our beliefs
While them vultures fly in circles
Eyes for profit from the scene
No prophets here, just politics
Soapboxes and pig parlor tricks
All flash and sleight of hand
To prompt the viewer's guilt as part of this
Or enduce a partisan reaction
The headlines say who is to blame
Subtract the views and leave the fractions
Them readjust the tilt in frame
The math isn't hard, the funding is f*cked
Funny; we're counting it quick, but the money's in flux
Shifting accounting to trusts
From corporate coffers and classrooms
To compounding their profits and pounding grassroots to dust
Maybe for a yuppie things are cool
While the rest waddle with our tools
And our leaders all take us for fools
Currency means you can bend the rules
Upon lucid rhymes I move to find the truth behind the dudes who lie
Before they send their units by
Gather all your loot and hide
If the masses could be wary of the state's abject crimes
Distract the proletariat with made up headline
Whilst their practices are there to snatch the cake from breadlines
Subdue the insubordinate
It's ruthless in its performances
The pieces in the box set are crumbled now
Endless Escher/Bach steps we tumble down
Referéndums, mob threats, and busting rounds
And they'll never rest till our destiny's rubble-bound
Where's our piece of the pie?
Call it peace to imbibe on belief our achievements aren't just meager asides
Meanwhile the elite have us beleagued on all sides
Dangle treats so we can't see the sharpened teeth that they hide
Jerked between the razor phalluses of politics
Murder reached the gated palaces of opulence
Succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system
Its pisstopia with no Pol Pot to piss in
(Corrupt in their ways)
Jerked between the razor phalluses of politics
(They grew up in the shade)
Murder reached the gated palaces of opulence
(Corrupt in their ways)
Succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system
(They grew up in the shade)
Its pisstopia with no Pol Pot to piss in
(Corrupt in their ways)
Jerked between the razor phalluses of politics
(They grew up in the shade)
Murder reached the gated palaces of opulence
(Corrupt in their ways)
Succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system
(They grew up in the shade)
Its pisstopia with no Pol Pot to piss in
(Corrupt in their ways)
Jerked between the razor phalluses of politics
Murder reached the gated palaces of opulence
Succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system
Its pisstopia with no Pol Pot to piss in
Savan DePaul - pisstopia (feat. Benny Francis) Lyrics
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They can smell the scent of blood in the air
It's been spilling in the streets
It's not the villains that we're killing
Split each other down the seams
Been divided by extremes
Live and die by our beliefs
While them vultures fly in circles
Eyes for profit from the scene
No prophets here, just politics
Soapboxes and pig parlor tricks
All flash and sleight of hand
To prompt the viewer's guilt as part of this
Or enduce a partisan reaction
The headlines say who is to blame
Subtract the views and leave the fractions
Them readjust the tilt in frame
The math isn't hard, the funding is f*cked
Funny; we're counting it quick, but the money's in flux
Shifting accounting to trusts
From corporate coffers and classrooms
To compounding their profits and pounding grassroots to dust
Maybe for a yuppie things are cool
While the rest waddle with our tools
And our leaders all take us for fools
Currency means you can bend the rules
Upon lucid rhymes I move to find the truth behind the dudes who lie
Before they send their units by
Gather all your loot and hide
If the masses could be wary of the state's abject crimes
Distract the proletariat with made up headline
Whilst their practices are there to snatch the cake from breadlines
Subdue the insubordinate
It's ruthless in its performances
The pieces in the box set are crumbled now
Endless Escher/Bach steps we tumble down
Referéndums, mob threats, and busting rounds
And they'll never rest till our destiny's rubble-bound
Where's our piece of the pie?
Call it peace to imbibe on belief our achievements aren't just meager asides
Meanwhile the elite have us beleagued on all sides
Dangle treats so we can't see the sharpened teeth that they hide
Jerked between the razor phalluses of politics
Murder reached the gated palaces of opulence
Succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system
Its pisstopia with no Pol Pot to piss in
(Corrupt in their ways)
Jerked between the razor phalluses of politics
(They grew up in the shade)
Murder reached the gated palaces of opulence
(Corrupt in their ways)
Succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system
(They grew up in the shade)
Its pisstopia with no Pol Pot to piss in
(Corrupt in their ways)
Jerked between the razor phalluses of politics
(They grew up in the shade)
Murder reached the gated palaces of opulence
(Corrupt in their ways)
Succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system
(They grew up in the shade)
Its pisstopia with no Pol Pot to piss in
(Corrupt in their ways)
Jerked between the razor phalluses of politics
Murder reached the gated palaces of opulence
Succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system
Its pisstopia with no Pol Pot to piss in
It's been spilling in the streets
It's not the villains that we're killing
Split each other down the seams
Been divided by extremes
Live and die by our beliefs
While them vultures fly in circles
Eyes for profit from the scene
No prophets here, just politics
Soapboxes and pig parlor tricks
All flash and sleight of hand
To prompt the viewer's guilt as part of this
Or enduce a partisan reaction
The headlines say who is to blame
Subtract the views and leave the fractions
Them readjust the tilt in frame
The math isn't hard, the funding is f*cked
Funny; we're counting it quick, but the money's in flux
Shifting accounting to trusts
From corporate coffers and classrooms
To compounding their profits and pounding grassroots to dust
Maybe for a yuppie things are cool
While the rest waddle with our tools
And our leaders all take us for fools
Currency means you can bend the rules
Upon lucid rhymes I move to find the truth behind the dudes who lie
Before they send their units by
Gather all your loot and hide
If the masses could be wary of the state's abject crimes
Distract the proletariat with made up headline
Whilst their practices are there to snatch the cake from breadlines
Subdue the insubordinate
It's ruthless in its performances
The pieces in the box set are crumbled now
Endless Escher/Bach steps we tumble down
Referéndums, mob threats, and busting rounds
And they'll never rest till our destiny's rubble-bound
Where's our piece of the pie?
Call it peace to imbibe on belief our achievements aren't just meager asides
Meanwhile the elite have us beleagued on all sides
Dangle treats so we can't see the sharpened teeth that they hide
Jerked between the razor phalluses of politics
Murder reached the gated palaces of opulence
Succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system
Its pisstopia with no Pol Pot to piss in
(Corrupt in their ways)
Jerked between the razor phalluses of politics
(They grew up in the shade)
Murder reached the gated palaces of opulence
(Corrupt in their ways)
Succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system
(They grew up in the shade)
Its pisstopia with no Pol Pot to piss in
(Corrupt in their ways)
Jerked between the razor phalluses of politics
(They grew up in the shade)
Murder reached the gated palaces of opulence
(Corrupt in their ways)
Succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system
(They grew up in the shade)
Its pisstopia with no Pol Pot to piss in
(Corrupt in their ways)
Jerked between the razor phalluses of politics
Murder reached the gated palaces of opulence
Succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system
Its pisstopia with no Pol Pot to piss in
Writer: Benny Francis, Savan DePaul
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid