Accident

There’s gonna be an accident [Sims] I read the New York times in these LA times Doomtree fly them pirate flags high, hang ‘em dry Ride with them rough bass lines While you’re trying to keep up with the cut brake lines Kill the king leave the crown Spill the drinks on the ground Can’t you see the flames feeding off your sleeping town? This city is oblivious Plugged in punch drunk Everything electric and hideous Hollywood babies baby built on mass diversion Slash and burn the self-worth Children visit plastic surgeons Live bait, or so the sign states We went from primates to inmates of the mind-state But I sense a set-up through the bent antennae settling Federally approved amphetamines Ephedra peddling Who works the levers and who dances for metal rings? Which one working your strings? How does that pendulum swing? The condition of things fall apart A call to arms Protect your neck Pull your head out of that shopping cart My name is Sims I push the pins through your leather heart Pull the thread and stitch together all your severed parts [Hook] This is the life This is the free nobody else gets Scared that this is the life that you be left without Left behind Pressed aside This mess was left it’s Lockdown 48 states wide Just try And I don’t laugh cause I’m past the fear I hassle masses that trade they rights for a life they hold dear And this is real right here And I will laugh in the face of anybody who wastes they one time and place Right here right now There’s gonna be an accident [P.O.S] When you feed the hungry guns And knowledge of our funds And suck up whatever runs And power leaves ‘em with none They pick up when you were done With knowledge of our guns And towers rumble to crumbs You think that was an acci- dent? And when your people seem shook As you freely cook up the books Make ‘em greedy for second looks Stay deceiving and leave ‘em took No retrieving ‘em off the hook Leave ‘em bleeding on foreign soot Keep ‘em reading whatever meaningless media you can rook Well There’s gonna be an accident For the practicing passionate Trap has been latched Kids are in it Menace and villains The cynics don’t do nothing but climb up in it and whine Do they time Ready and chillin’