The Manchurian Candidate

Tick tock, just look at the clock

Another motherfucker with a glock

I ain't got a reason or a goddamn rhyme

It's time I defined and rewind pointed that facade

I'm manufactured by the system, they payed

I'll be goddamned

I'm being condemned

They told me why

I shouldn't be mad

They told me that I have to believe everything they said

And now my maker's manufactured

Manufactured like a store-bought shit stain

On all the corporate from the lies they manipulate to betray

Insane, insane in the motherfucking membrane

Drink cocaine, look at me now I've lost my fucking mind and morale

Manufactured anger

Oh my god, the Manchurian candidate

They do me forced, fed with anger

Sell me out like a prostitute for your shit

I'm so used to the pretense

They beat me down while it's over my head

They beat me down while it's over my fucking head

I ain't gonna wait, waiting for the waste

Get the fuck out of my face

God I'm a president

They taught you something

But you were nothing

But you knew nothing

Fed shit and kept me in the front

Like a mushroom cloud

From an alien attraction to you

Hallelujah, this is how it goes to hell

No more people to deceive, they only fucking like themselves

Hear me now, I'm a motherfucker with a desperate trailblazer

Hear me now, manufactured anger

Oh my god, the Manchurian candidate

They do me for, fed with anger

Sell me out like a prostitute for your shit

I'm so used to the pretext

They beat me down while it's over my head

They beat me down while it's over my fucking head

Follow me on threads, so you can see the dread

Instagram told me to be angry today, I go to bed with this anger in my mind

So they can still be blind Motherfuckers run, I tried

Burning, burning, social, media, rudder, mother

I'm not social