B. Dolan - Safety Theater lyrics

S-A-F-E-T-Y Safety! Verse 1: Get on my threat level And step into a nightmare Everything the checkpoint looking for Right here Right hand to God I'm a god-damned citizen Trace the fingerprint The privilege and the pigment Raising suspicion and a nation of snitches Surveillance is the matrix We are trained to exist in Gamma rays shot through the body, Non-fiction Sidewalk Stop & Frisk Barricade, box em in! Questions asked before we check bags Presented three times in line, present pa** They wanna see documents They wanna look you in the eye and let you know: They are watching sh** Society of the spectacle Psychology of prison The stripping of your garments Is a ritual submission Belts, wallets, and shoes removed And you listen! So you can trade em for your safety in the sky, man "Terror cells" Who's buying? (Chorus) S-A-F-E-T-Y Safety! We're here when you need us We're here when you call Look out and you'll see us Looking back Keeping watch Verse 2: Boxcutter, jack knife Either or C4 Leak through the cracks In a reinforced steel door Feel your money clip Clutch your purse Sense of security What is that worth? My brother got a gun safe That's a safe he bought To keep his gun's safe She keep a can of mace til she make it to home base Cause walking through the city at night can feel strange So she's ready for whatever Wrestles the persistence of a childhood terror She's not a racist But the presence of a member Of a certain ethnic group produce a slight... tremor It's quite clever how the crime's done: Feeling better and protected when you sign up But when the time comes... The insurance you purchase never covers what you die of (Chorus) We're here when you need us We're here when you call Look out and you'll see us Looking back Keeping watch for your Safety... We're here for your Safety... (x3) Verse 3: Open letter to the editor Producer and director Make the closed circuit movie of my movements less repetitive Illustrate the digits It's the portrait of a terrorist Protection is a fallacy Balancing on a precipice Bury the dead in the collection of a hoarder Man drew the devil and the devil drew a border Hand you a shovel instruct you to put a wall up Dance for your supper cause something is hunting for us Home invasion persuaders with forked tongues Tell you plan for the jungle when it crumbles and the Lord comes When cops buckle and the law runs Will you stand in the rubble of your land With a drawn gun?