Shock-Collar Socialism

Well, he's preachin' revolution from a million-dollar throne Screamin' ‘bout the workers on a seven-camera phone But Kaya's got a twitch when his arm starts to roam Tied up like a secret he won’t leave alone 🎶 Shock collar socialism, ain't that rich? Said it’s just a gate, but Kaya flinched She ain’t a pet, she’s stage decor— A trembling prop on a podcast floor He leashed the Left, then lit the switch 🎶 Shock collar socialism... what a pitch He said “vibration only,” then he doubled on the tape But the camera caught him reachin'—ain’t no Zyn in that escape Dog tied to the bed like a jailhouse ghost While he talks about the poor he exploits the most 🎶 Shock collar socialism, bless his heart Claims to love the people—but he shocks ‘em in the dark Kaya knows the click before the jolt Trained to freeze beneath his cult He leashed the Left to buy his part 🎶 Shock collar socialism... off the chart Said she can’t move for “hours on end” Like freedom’s a brand he can’t comprehend Don’t need a leash to know she’s trapped— Just look in her eyes when the camera snaps 🎶 Shock collar socialism, prime-time pain Preachin’ from the pulpit of his private domain No gate, no Zyn, just power and lies While Kaya begs with her worried eyes He leashed the Left, then played insane 🎶 Shock collar socialism... down the drain