What do we do when it’s illegal to breathe
Work and obedience in torture is your job they say
They swear to know how humans should live but don’t dare do the very things they make you do
It’s spreading under every radar
What do we do when our lives are inconvenient to the suits without purpose
They want you to feel hopeless enough for another hit
Make just enough for another sack of drugs real-life missed
Prescribe another dependence
Strip therapy because getting better isn’t a profitable business.
Oh, it won’t happen here
We’re so much better than everyone else
Yeah, it will never be here
Our suits care for us, they swear.
Trust, on the authority
Of leaders, prepared to flee
Underground, when you wake
Gotta take your weapons now
You’ll submit to false logic it’s a piece of cake
Have another slice and hollow-point bullet too
Watch people you trust, turn you in
Convinced it’ll save their skin.