[Intro] *(A broken, high-pitched music box playing a warped children’s tune, followed by a crisp, lightning-fast Rap-style cadence)* Look at 'em scurry... Look at the little paw-wearers and the political sheep. Time to wake up the kids, 'cause nobody's allowed to sleep. Hit 'em with the cadence. [Verse 1] Gather 'round the sandbox, children of the mass decay, Watching all the furries barking at the light of day! Wearing neon collars while they pant up on the pavement, Society has fallen and we're lacking any basements— To hide away the shame of what the culture has become, A nation full of zombies and everybody's dumb! You got the left side crying while they glue their hands to streets, While the right side worships billionaires and corporate elites! Both wings of the vulture trying to steer the self-same bird, Shoving total idiocy down every single word— Voting for the puppets who are laughing at your pocket, While you stare into your screens and let your tiny brains get locked in! [Chorus] Hickory, dickory, dock, The politicians suck on a corporate cock! The culture is warped and the system is broke, And freedom's a punchline, a cynical joke! Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall, Watched the whole empire and humanity fall! [Verse 2] Look at the timeline, look at the absolute state of the year, Everything is burning and the headlines breed a billion forms of fear! People losing minds over trivialized, media-driven trends, While the ecosystem fractures and the nuclear tension extends. You got 45-year-old toddlers arguing online like fools, Treating every social media app like public grammar schools! Believing every talking head who reads a teleprompter script, While the fabric of reality is shredded and is ripped. You dress up in a costume just to feel a sense of belonging, While the vultures overhead are circling and thronging! It's a circus of the stupid, it's a carnival of clones, Skeletons in closets rattling their social media bones! [Chorus] Hickory, dickory, dock, The politicians suck on a corporate cock! The culture is warped and the system is broke, And freedom's a punchline, a cynical joke! Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall, Watched the whole empire and humanity fall! [Verse 3] Look at the zealots marching, clicking their heels to the beat of the drum, Swallowing every narrative fed to 'em, acting like total scum! Pointing your fingers across the aisle while you're wearing a leash and a collar, Selling your soul to a billionaire just for a worthless dollar. Both sides screaming and fighting, barking away like hounds, Trapped in a digital asylum where sanity never bounds! You think you're making a difference hiding behind a screen, Just another cog in the wheel of a brain-dead, wicked machine! So keep on wearing your fur-suit, keep on casting your votes, You're all just sheep leading yourselves straight into the butcher's boats! [Bridge] *(Beat strips down to a cold, rapid-fire rhythmic drum tap, vocal delivery speeding up into an intense double-time onslaught)* So keep on taking sides, In the middle of the digital tides! Left or right, black or white, You're just a battery lighting the night! Bark like a dog, wear a tail on your spine, Fall in line, everything is just fine! *(Beat drops back in with maximum heavy crunch)* [Outro Chorus] Hickory, dickory, dock, The politicians suck on a corporate cock! The culture is warped and the system is broke, And freedom's a punchline, a cynical joke! Ringmaster Sicko turning the page, Locking you all in a digital cage! *(Music box playing a distorted final note, cutting instantly into silence)*
