[Intro] Everything has a barcode, A price, a tag! a cost attached Even the prayers you call. They have a wait time hold clothes stitched in someone's shame sold with bills full of greed Counting cents makes no sense Since we don't have any common sense? Now we play the game. Stuck in the rat race! [Verse 1] Consumer greed is at an all-time high Then we all bitch and complain! We pulled the trigger when we begged for more. Buying bullets like it's candy! Then cry when it's lodged in someone's skin! You can't afford to spill the blood. You will pay to curse the views In your head, you do the same! wonderland of lies, no hope left inside. Every word has a price tag, a costly fee to feel free. Only silence will set you free. [Pre-Chorus] give in get out sink low weasel out surrender with a scream They want you this way all feral grins and bobby-pins like a mapped puppet stuck on the shelf. Find a way OUT. [Verse 2] The market has a mosh pit The register is a scary place. The grocers have a gun with a red button underneath It sells you the echo of earned greed Charges for everyone! You turn and say, "Have a great day." You consume what you hate with a smile on your face. Your lower lip is tattooed with the words! SCAN The rage in your fist is sold to legalize pain. The youth have voices of defiance. Auctioned off as you get older. No more need if you're not young in the flesh. [Verse 3] Coins fall in the gutter, but we all walk by! Claiming we are broke, but leave them in the dust Stomping on coins when we say we're broke! Look at us, what a joke. Consumer shame, greed is the game! Confusion is a must to make you feel seen. They round it to the nearest lie. You're locked in to the nearest tenth. And call it the cost of time. Like we have a set deadline. Irony forged to steel to stab our own selves. Eyes burned out by the flames of the shooter You think you’ve earned your freedom! Stuck in the grim shit like the rest. [Bridge] Only your silence will be free in the end. Mask up so they don't see your lips move. Speech in your head is free! At what cost does it seem to feed? Going nuts from the voices in my head! I need to spew this mental load. If I do, then off to prison I GO. Endless waste on this material plain. Everything costs no longer in the land of the free! They tax it all; you don't own a thing. [Outro / Chant] give in get out sink low weasel out surrender with a scream They want you this way all feral grins and bobby-pins like a mapped puppet stuck on the shelf. Find a way OUT.
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