Broken Mirror

[Verse] They don't like the curse 'cause it looks like a mirror They thought it was too weird, but the truth is they're weirder These yacht club socialists, these patriot grifters Patriot psalm and their cure-all elixirs These anti-Christ Christians sure look more like demons And these little-dick rambozos shopping strapped with machine guns A call for blood in the streets from a screen, on a couch While a serf brings them lunch 'cause they won't leave the house Thеse Leninist landlords, thesе Randian children The class cosplay, the tiny homes, these van-lifer villains The world's an empty shopping mall, all mirrors are shattered Self-image through a filter that looks less of a bastard This is not your fault, nothing is your fault And if everything's religion Baby, we are a cult