Iconoclast - Century

Your skull on a network broadcast
Sweaty palms holding a bloody hall pass
Show their faces so they keep on watching
If silence shows up then just talk though it
Endless echoes in a big old hallway we rot in
We report and you die
We even let you speak for us you worthless piece fo sh*t
Just shut up Shut up Just shut the f**k up
You don't even know what you're saying
I can't think while I'm staring at the screen
Our lifeless trophy fixated and unaware
Blinded with pride becoming the enemy
While the amputee salutes and the lynch mob ties their noose
We can't help but drown before the ship even starts to sink
I can't think while I"m staring at the screen
The days turn to weeks maybe we'll find a way
And I'm not getting sleep
I'm not f**king sleeping
I've ground down my teeth till they're dust
But you need me I'm telling you this
We'll burn down our house together Together
We're f**ked
Every man for himself
Our currency is ignorance
And we've been doing just fine
We'll keep rewarding ourselves for economic genocide
I can't think while I'm staring at the screen
The days turn to weeks
Maybe we'll find a way