Mr. Society - 800 lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] We running outta luck as a race Stuck in one place Thanking god while he's f**ing your face Which is smothered cake, buckets of paint Coming in rain City's covered in stains by the covetous fake f**ers s**ing your brain Cutting your veins You don't mind, you have muffins to bake You got roles of puppets to play Head up in Malaysian planes end up as Ukraine's luggage Nothing you say is working your words will not change nothing On a rock in the middle of space squeezing Cutting our trees chucking beliefs at a fake Jesus Luck is another way of saying bluffs create meaning The past is squeezing blood has begun bleeding Diarys open and we have begun reading it So here's the ugly-a**ed truth start heaving it's lessons (Please leave a short, 10 second message) [Hook] I don't wanna go in that cage but if i have to i will I said i don't wanna open that can of worms but i will, still I just wanna throw it away but this page is already filled So f** it, i might as well try and k** what they built (and we'll send the message as a text) [Verse 2] Dead Vandals on the scene full of secrets The ones we keep the deepest seem to keep us the weakest I'm About to relinquish my discreetness and speak it From topics involving greed, s**, and the poison people breathing You sneakin', or peaking, if you seekin' a freakin' beacon Start taking a seat and leanin' Partake in this evenin's thesis Fienders and tweakers The seeders and leachers Even the preachers and non believers we puzzles with equal pieces all Frequently breaching the peak of our wits To reach in for inner piece through the leak in our wrist Speak it Yeah imma' speak it before I seize to exist we as a species are seeming to slip Eager to keep our secrets from