[Intro] [V1] Guilty, your honour — guilty, hand raised, every past sin: I did it, I did it, I did it — paid. Paid in full for the old mistakes, done repeating them — the new ones, I build with and create. [Verse 1] [V1] Money ain't backed by gold — it's backed by obedience, worth only measured if the soul turns a profit. How much juice can you squeeze from one lemon before you go synthetic and call it progress? They felt their identity threatened — survival mode, comfort programmed in, everything else bulldozed. [Chorus] [V1] 'Cause you are all Gods — made in the image of what? Responsible for what you create — all as one, one is all. Everyone equal — a slice and a seat at the table, fuck your kings and queens and every last label. We already won and we own our souls — the record's complete. All he wrote. [Outro] [V3 whisper] all he wrote... all he wrote... [V2] The court was never real. [V1] ...adjourned.
