Quick Infant Guilt

A ravenous mass attacks Wrapped in plastic Hazardous wraps are capped With material access Fabrics can’t degrade Can’t negate the tactics Arrange the facts Do whatever pays the handling Do! Whatever blame at random Paced to blow up Set the trace, dissolve, replace Recreate Fees of life, feeds the strife Pay the piper, they deed in twice No need in life Something I really oughta know Shit I really gotta go Pick up plight Pitty self it Giddy get it Come on silly, spend it Don’t be caught up in the city Busy, busy blending Cause I thought that I thought this through Figuring this, this could not be true But I’m caught up in the middle Simply moving things a little Really doing things for real though? Am I living in my ego? Am I tripping, am I in the clouds? Isn’t this the sequel? Yes, isn’t this the sequel? Awww shit! And it's as far as we go These lines are posthaste In times of low faith We lied and lined Landfills loaded And no way There’s no play Resourceful Hold it, it’s forceful? Had you started twenty years ago We wouldn’t go through The warming, the storms Eruptions it’s on Displaced in a moment Cracked the token Broke it hoping For the flood The minute march I conjured up What’s left Just ain’t enough To cover up So cut it up Put it aside Enough’s enough This toxic feed Is just a dud Simplistic spammed Mean mugged Fisher price plastic rant They clap their hands As we collapse their shares You’ll see that’s irregular Point to point Swing like the pendulum Breath like the rest of ‘em Quick! Was this infant guilt Spine chiller With that instant filth I’m filling up all this time Thinking that it’s alright Rigged This rollercoaster Rollercoaster I’m ready up for this ride Ignore, it’s all fine Rigged This rollercoaster Rollercoaster Woke up this morning I feel it growing all the time All the time Give up this moment My fear is growing All the time All the time