“Panick-ans (Rent-a-Riots)” (Remastered x3) (Cover)

“Panick-ans (Rent-a-Riots)” [Verse 1] Stepping out, sign in hand— Reporters ask, but don’t understand. “Could you elaborate why you’re here today?” I reply with feelings in a muddled spray: “I don’t know, I’m just against,” the NPCs chant, Noise pollution, narrative implant. [Pre-Chorus] Look around—who printed these signs? They’re all the same, same phrases, same lines. Rent-a-riots on parade— Manufactured outrage, cheaply made. [Chorus] The dogs and the muskrats Running circles ‘round the house, And they’re the only ones who seem to know Just where they’re going now. Need the proof, need evidence To prove the negative, While the positive’s right up front But nobody’s looking at it. [Verse 2] UK bans Bitchute, Rumble’s rolling dice, Russia shrugs, smiling cold as ice. Stealth planes circle, payloads through the night— Clusters fall softly, merchandise of fright. Fog of war creeps, confusion distilled— Don’t ask for logic, emotions fulfilled. [Pre-Chorus] NPCs protesting, narratives compounded, Vitamin C, Sea Salts, smells confounded. Reality fractured, constituency blind— Tariff war looming, trade wars entwined. [Chorus] The dogs and the muskrats Running circles ‘round the house, And they’re the only ones who seem to know Just where they’re going now. Need the proof, need evidence To prove the negative, While the positive’s right up front But nobody’s looking at it. [Bridge] Rent-a-riots, currency of rage— Who directs the chaos center stage? Left hand pointing while the right loads shells, Burn the incense, ignore the smell. Constituents, compounds— Can’t taste the poison now. It’s all getting bad, it’s all getting loud. [Interlude] (Spoken/Sarcastic Tone) “Excuse me, sir, can you please tell us clearly why you’re protesting?” (Incoherent babbling) “Thank you, that’s what we thought.” [Final Chorus] The dogs and the muskrats Running circles ‘round the house, And they’re the only ones who seem to know Just where they’re going now. Demanding proof, demanding evidence, Blind to all the positives Standing right up front, But no one ever looks at it. [Outro] Tariff back, brace yourself, Chaos sold right off the shelf. Cluster payloads, silent flights— Panick-ans rallying, Rent-a-riots tonight.