R.U.I.N. - Ejection lyrics

(Verse 1) “We don't smoke, or drink, or swear, we're pure to the core.” / “Oh sh** we forgot our smokes at the liquor store” / Yo, all I see are gluttons/ puffing/ till it hurts their stomach/ Thinking that this life is worth nothing/ They're ignoring the ancient prophetic words of rage spoken/ Now all Hell has been let loose, and Satan's cage opened/ But he's got nothing to chase cause all of them run to him/ And he'll lead them by apathy to places that are dim/ To where you can shop/ till you drop/ and listen to your Christian Pop/ Where you can be a Blackman and still be a W.A.S.P./ You can tell me to stop/ but truth is the consumer creed from The Cindys to the Sams/ is “I shop therefore I am” / The tight rope you walk will snap back like a rubber band/ And the right hope you mock will rap back like a mother mad/ Hating the west/ maybe a global trend/ But you don't have to stress/ their already dead/ (Hook) (X2) There's a difference between running the block and running on the block/ I know, I've done'em both, I've done'em a lot so/ I'm gonna tell ya what you oughta hear, not what you wanna hear/ If we continue how we're living, I gotta get outta here/ (Verse 2) You arrange yourself around a TV in high Def./ And because of it your mind has a short depth/ But it keeps us safe, and secure, and idle/ In the ancient days we would have called you an idol/ You desensitize us to the vile/ if I ripped up The floor tile by tile/ I'd find dead rotting bodies/ Of those who missed the sign posts and lived in denial/ k**ing themselves so they could buy an Audi/ all the while/ Reality is a blood trench slaughterhouse/ it's tripping me out/ But in your fantasy it's a nice Mickey Mouse/ Then when your people's/ kids plan/ with illegal/ contraband/ Your tiny world wasn't just rocked; your world was avalanched/ Yo you go to war, and your kids act like you but You're keeping it musical/ with the Seussical/ Cause Horton hears a who/ to k** them all/ Because a victim is a victim no matter how small/ (Hook) (X2) (Verse 3) Yo, truth, runs my mind, like God runs the Earth/ it gives And takes away then I ask what I'm worth/ and he Humbles me in the sight of all this/ cause he Can turn a city into a necropolis/ but the Meaning of this next line you'll learn is encrypted/ you can't Sit on the fence sign cause God burned the bridge with it/ Cause mostof my old friends say ‘f** the world' but make love to it/ And in their stupidity, they all choose to succumb to it/ In my critique of suburbia/ I know that the Hood is in a hurry ta/ Be just as bad and it worries our/ Consumer society that buys magazines/ With celebrities who smile but like you die in agony/ Pleasure- not pain- is the d**h knell of meaning/ A measure of how you live your life is your pace of breathing/ Cause if you breath quickly, so anxiously/ You're too close to d**h's kiss, when it just aches to be/ (Hook) (X2)