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