Carcasses for Cash

Its amazing, the things were facing

Forces hating civilizations wasting

The news is fake and I am contemplating

A shove above of the love dove they crush

Hopeless pages unwritten the conscious

A rushed hush of the genius of us

How worthless greatness if its only on the surface

Nervous of the fuzz and the secret service

Plus the bust of purpose that comes in verses

Cuz' they have cameras but we have purpose

Which makes us dangerous to this wicked circus

Of the murderous but never the better

Enter the clever and remember forever

Never severe the treasure under pressure

whoever whenever however whatever

Center the fresher together fight terror

measure for measure if only for pleasure

Got my leathered temper being censored by lessers

forces hating and civilizations waiting

While I'm creating the kingdom we're raising

Stinging from the racing of the things that were making

Breaking and blazing the old era is fading

People awaking to the lies that they're painting

A shove from above of the love dove they crush

They devastated join in a flawless chorus

Promises and trust that rely upon us

The Status of justice against a jealous menace

The endless fuss but thus we crush

Hopeless lies to unwrite the conscious

It' just darkness regardless lesser beings heartless

What's the US Dollar making but a carcass?

Acting like Gods when your nothing if Godless

How worthless is greatness if its only on the surface

With the way that they work us breaking people nervous

But getting nervous in this circus can make a person dangerous

Because your worthless to purpose to you its just service

To the murderous but never the better

Not even centering on your law by the letter

Enter the clever who remember the never

Of the pressure of treasure turned into our fetter

A brief rest as pleasure from dictated measures

The years are a curse from the birth to the hearse

Killing by numbers motherfuckers reverse

See the killer figures and the fingers of death

All the flesh in the breath of the press

Drones playing chess in the name of progress?

Compressing schools and homes bombing the best

I suggest the oppressed don't need that kind of rest

I'm depressed at the mess of the wicked obsessed

Do I need a vest on my chest to be dressed for this quest?

Yeah God save the West because we are the blessed

I say arrest the possessed that invest

In carcasses for the elites to progress