Look at the ink look at the chain same old hands pulling the same old game They shake hands in the suite while the block stay broke Smile for the lense then they cut the rope Rent go up food gone thin They toast in the room we the ones not in Sign that paper call it “growth” Tell the people “trust us” then they sell both Old men with blueprints covered in dust Got the whole damn world on a short-term trust Pocket full of lobby smoke mouth full of lies They point at the poor then they act surprised I seen the deal in the dark seen the grin on the face When the cameras off that’s the real disgrace Who writes the rules? Who cashes the fear? Who owns the truth when the smoke gets near? I know the game I know the script Same chain, new face same old whip They smile for the cameras count stacks with our hands make laws in a room we ain't welcome to stand Stamp on the paper then hide the real plan sell fear like a product to the whole damn land They talk "public safety" while they lock every gate turn truth into rumor then rename it fate I read between the lines and I don't trust the seal too many clean suits with a dirty deal Backroom glass same old class Backroom glass they break and pass Say “for the people” mean “for their stack” Backroom glass we see it all crack Don't give 'em a pass Every single vote tightens their grip on the same old whip Don't trust the clowns don't trust the crowns don't trust the system when it shuts us down Don't fall for nothin' keep your eyes open wide they feed you the script then they sell you the lie War in the name of a polished speech Kids in the dirt while they preach “peace” Boardroom kings in a fresh white cuff Talk of sacrifice but they never give up Tax man take bread from your plate Then they call it “order” when you can’t relate Crisis on purpose profit on pain They pour more poison then they wash their hands clean Every new promise got a hidden knife They sell the future like it ain’t your life I know the game I know the script Same chain, new face same old whip Don't trust the clowns don't trust the crowns don't trust the system when it shuts us down Don't fall for nothin' keep your eyes open wide they feed you the script then they sell you the lie I seen the deal in the dark seen the grin on the face When the cameras off that’s the real disgrace Who writes the rules? Who cashes the fear? Who owns the truth when the smoke gets near? Files in the basement names blacked out thick doors stay closed when the questions get picked They love a new order with a polished grin same wolf in a suit wearing fresh new skin Towers get taller while the people get small they want us divided so we won't see the wall I got no love for the boardroom throne if they made the map they can steal the road Look at the ink look at the chain same old hands pulling the same old game Backroom glass same old class Backroom glass they break and pass Say “for the people” mean “for their stack” Backroom glass we see it all crack Backroom glass Every single vote Backroom glass Gives them a pass But the streets got memory longer than gold Mama told the truth when I was four years old You can dress up a thief put him on a stage Still a thief in a suit In a paper cage Backroom glass same old class Backroom glass they break and pass Say “for the people” mean “for their stack” Backroom glass we see it all crack Backroom glass Every single vote tightens their grip on the same old whip Every single vote tightens their grip on the same old whip
