Saw some stupid shit on Twitter, I'm already mad....and, well.
Here we go!
We The Entitled
by Thomas Duder, Author of the Things
Written for Anubis Unit
www.anubisunit.com
(I pray)
The world destroyed before
Any of us were ever born
(I pray)
The lessons that we learned
Were lies
(I pray)
The darkness that collects about us
Choking out our shores
(I pray)
The decadence of those
Bemasked forsworn
(I pray)
And they mass against us
Rising one by one
(I pray)
Drowning in sin and the filth
Unpunished
(I pray)
The misbegotten plans laid out
All fallen
(I pray)
The crimes they commit, rampage
Unfinished
And now bow before the sinners
'Cuz the money makes you clean
They purchase all the winners
Might makes right, knowwhatImean?
Parading, all you sinners
And the money goes easily
Sanctify your honor
And buy your victory
You are not entitled to my vote
You are not entitled to my time
You are not entitled to my worth
You are not entitled to my kind
You are not entitled to the
sweat of my brow
You are not entitled to the
works that I weave
You are not entitled to the
creaking of my joints
You are not entitled despite
the way you deceive
(bridge)
I SEE YOU
I FUCKING SEE YOU
STOP TRYING TO HIDE
STOP TRYING TO DECEIVE
(I pray)
To make the minuscule
Absolute macro
(I pray)
The feast of greed
has only begun
(I pray)
The illusions of masters, martyrs
The leash that now controls
(I pray)
Ulterior motives
Their just desserts
(I pray)
Ashen bread, wages of sin
Exist only for the poor
(I pray)
And wickedness
It's just reward
(I pray)
The losers, posers, conmen
Rampant thieves they all
(I pray)
The shadows cast
Down we fall
And now bow before the sinners
'Cuz the money makes you clean
They purchase all the winners
Might makes right, knowwhatImean?
Parading, all you sinners
And the money goes easily
Sanctify your honor
And buy your victory
You are not entitled to my vote
You are not entitled to my time
You are not entitled to my worth
You are not entitled to my kind
You are not entitled to the
sweat of my brow
You are not entitled to the
works that I weave
You are not entitled to the
creaking of my joints
You are not entitled despite
the way you deceive
