Sick Thoughts from Digital Pollution by Bruxism

Call it pussy, call it money, call it power, call it fame
They just call it what they wanna call it, motherfucking game
Colonizing all the opps, stopping just to fill the tank
You don't gotta run for office if you run a couple banks
Make the profit, sell the product, civil forfeiture the plug
Start a war and get religious, fill a villager with slugs
What the people want? Make 'em pay for water, doesn't matter
I can tell this shit a joke but don't hear nobody laughing
Like a greedy pastor scooping up the money from his chapter
We should send 'em all to heaven in the motherfucking rapture
It's not genocide if we decide to do it, it was us
And if the other motherfuckers did it first then what the fuck?
Run 'em down and knock 'em over like we gentrifying shit
Grab a brick and pay a visit to a politician's crib
We already tried the hippie shit, peace is not an option
Take a couple millionaires to ride an Argentinian chopper

I got sick thoughts, I don't know why everybody lip-locked
Why the fuck you licking boots and hopping on they dicks for?
Sick thoughts, I just hear the timer, it go tick-tock
I don't wanna say some shit that'll send me to big lock
Sick thoughts, climb up on the roof and make his ear pop
Walking through marinas, setting fire to the big yachts
Sick thoughts, take all of your data, make a billion
How you gonna let an algorithm raise the children?

They say nobody wanna work, I say nobody wanna pay
Tax suggestions for the master, tax evasion for the slave
You got rent cartels just running up your bills and getting paid
Pocket-dipping politicians beg for dollars, screaming change
It's a boost for the economy to bomb them every day
CIA was moving coke, what you think they move today?
Fentanyl and Nitazene and something stronger on the way
When there's profit to be made show up chanting USA
Couple million-dollar rockets on some farmers in a cave
Everybody's saved! By the way we probably here to stay
Pave a golf course, have a couple cheeky handshakes
And they got a new president with democratic traits
Navigating's always easier if you can build the maze
Back in '89 is when they put the credit score in place
And you wonder why the boomers still got money in the bank?
If you make the rules you know exactly which of them to break

I got sick thoughts, I don't know why everybody lip-locked
Why the fuck you licking boots and hopping on they dicks for?
Sick thoughts, I just hear the timer, it go tick-tock
I don't wanna say some shit that'll send me to big lock
Sick thoughts, climb up on the roof and make his ear pop
Walking through marinas, setting fire to the big yachts
Sick thoughts, take all of your data, make a billion
How you gonna let an algorithm raise the children?

• Hardcore punk
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• Bucharest