Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed   Via the study of post-adolesent agitated seeds   Half the patients waste themselves prior to Commencent   So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the hot that made it   breathe   It's so Pompeii impression, waste infections   And twelve steps to lesson   Credence swiftly tippy toe and hard to swallow, borrow concepts   The give-it get-it, never let it self pass the word, eyeing   stubborness   Murder talks money causes in a harvesting Spartacus   And someone, I've thrown long Hail Mary bombs   Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics   Life treats the peasants like    They tried to f**k his woman while he slept inside   Well they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems   When the clock strikes nine   I'll be waking with the best of routine caffiene team players    For the cycle of it   Under a dusted angel heart but strain Big Brother is watching   My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth   We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase parts   We on some door-to-door now   Order ten dollars or more, we'll shove it down your throat for   free   I'll sacrifice my inborn tendencies   For copper pennies for one commanding 'Gimme that'   So we can re-take baby fat   Make the biter snake bedlam   Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planet   Make a move pause, make a move break cannon   Bent barrel one date zero, you'll turn, squeeze, end it   It's on like it's never been   It's bleeding well   It's bigger than a breadbox   It corrodes my leaky finance   I'll take my place atop of the Brooklyn Bridge   With a Coke and a bag of chips   To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just because   The first one slipped   Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little question   marks   I tend to underestimate my average   Just another bastard savage   Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand   Cuz every dog has its day   At which point, I'll pull it away      Now we the American working population   Hate the fact that eight hours a day   Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us   And we may not hate our jobs   But we hate jobs in general    That don't have to do with fighting our own causes   We the American working population   Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out   When we'd rather be supporting ourselves   By being paid to perfect the pasttimes       That we have harbored based solely on the fact   That it makes us smile if it sounds dope      It's the year of the silkworm   Everything I built burn yesterday   Let's display the purpose that these stilts serve   Elevate the spreading of the silk germ   Trying to weave a web but all that I believe in is dead   Nah brother, it's the year of the jackal   Saddle up on high horse   My torch forced Polaris embarrassed   Shackle up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage    I bought some new sneakers   I just hope my legacy matches   It's the year of the landshark   Dry and sand-parched. damn get these men some water   They're out there being slaughtered   In meaningless wars so you don't have to bother   It can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to f**k their daughters   Man it's the year of the Orphan   Seated adjacent to the firefly circling the torches on your   porches   Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've never seen or met   But all are trained to murder at the first sign of a threat   Maybe it's the year of the waterbug   Cockroach utter thug specimen   Your response, dreaming of your next of kin   I'm still dealing with this mess I'm in    I've been the object of your ridicule   You've been a bitch lieutenant   God it's the year of the underpaid employee   Spitting forty plus a week    And trying to rape earth on my off time   You bought dizzy, I can't keep myself busy enough   So you can't run run run   And I'ma let you think you won   EVERYBODY!      We the American working population   Hate the fact that eight hours a day   Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us   And we may not hate our jobs   But we hate jobs in general    That don't have to do with fighting our own causes   We the American working population   Hate the nine to five day-in day-out   But we'd rather be supporting ourselves   By being paid to perfect the pasttimes   That we have harbored based solely on the fact   That it makes us smile if it sounds dope      Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen   Pour myself a cup of ambition and   Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and   If I never make it home today, God bless   Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen   Pour myself a cup of ambition and   Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and   If I'll ever make it home today, God bless