I see faces buried under junk, places where the houses sunk, mutations from radiation, dead bodies inside trunks, lakes of toxic spills, evolution done though pills and people running through cities like rats and when they aim they aim to kill. I am a flea and so are my kind, the ones that think with legitimate minds, who are unique like finger prints, or rocks inside of a mine. With the whole world out to exterminate those who think and are free to create it's to simplistic for you to debate so grab a rock and defend your fate.

Burn it down now, throw the cocktails from the roof.
Keep your heads down for when the rats decide to shoot, and keep low profile, because they kill all of those who pollute, the process of thought, but we'll die where we fought are fossils lie as proof, lies for proof.

I am a stranger to those who never opened their eyes.
I am familiar to the world behind the blinds, and I'll fit into the cracks that have slowly been made with time, and fill of your crevices and synapses just like slime.
And all the wolves come baring there teeth, when we bared gifts but now we're sheep.
Sacrifices kept hush and clean to fit like cogs inside the machine.

Burn it down now, throw the cocktails from the roof.
Keep your heads down for when the rats decide to shoot, and keep low profile, because they kill all of those who pollute, the process of thought, but we'll die where we fought are fossils lie as proof, lies for proof.

Barbed wire lacerations used to bandaged fractured nations.
Guilty by affiliation with people who show hesitation to the practice we've become accustomed, circuitry in which we function.
Get off right before the junction of salvation and destruction.
Broken knuckles, knees will buckle when we start to laugh and chuckle at the tubes we used to suckle when we were masses meant for shackles.
Set fires to CEO's the traps are set, the rats will go.
Eventually truth shows it's face, when lies are gone and proof takes it's place.

Burn it down now, throw the cocktails from the roof.
Keep your heads down for when the rats decide to shoot, and keep low profile, because they kill all of those who pollute, the process of thought, but we'll die where we fought are fossils lie as proof, lies for proof.