Accident

There’s gonna be an accident

[Sims]
I read the New York times in these LA times
Doomtree fly them pirate flags high, hang ‘em dry
Ride with them rough bass lines
While you’re trying to keep up with the cut brake lines
Kill the king leave the crown
Spill the drinks on the ground
Can’t you see the flames feeding off your sleeping town?
This city is oblivious
Plugged in punch drunk
Everything electric and hideous
Hollywood babies baby built on mass diversion
Slash and burn the self-worth
Children visit plastic surgeons
Live bait, or so the sign states
We went from primates to inmates of the mind-state
But I sense a set-up through the bent antennae settling
Federally approved amphetamines Ephedra peddling
Who works the levers and who dances for metal rings?
Which one working your strings?
How does that pendulum swing?
The condition of things fall apart
A call to arms
Protect your neck
Pull your head out of that shopping cart
My name is Sims I push the pins through your leather heart
Pull the thread and stitch together all your severed parts

[Hook]
This is the life
This is the free nobody else gets
Scared that this is the life that you be left without
Left behind
Pressed aside
This mess was left it’s
Lockdown 48 states wide
Just try
And I don’t laugh cause I’m past the fear
I hassle masses that trade they rights for a life they hold dear
And this is real right here
And I will laugh in the face of anybody who wastes they one time and place
Right here right now
There’s gonna be an accident

[P.O.S]
When you feed the hungry guns
And knowledge of our funds
And suck up whatever runs
And power leaves ‘em with none
They pick up when you were done
With knowledge of our guns
And towers rumble to crumbs
You think that was an acci- dent?
And when your people seem shook
As you freely cook up the books
Make ‘em greedy for second looks
Stay deceiving and leave ‘em took
No retrieving ‘em off the hook
Leave ‘em bleeding on foreign soot
Keep ‘em reading whatever meaningless media you can rook
Well
There’s gonna be an accident
For the practicing passionate
Trap has been latched
Kids are in it Menace and villains
The cynics don’t do nothing but climb up in it and whine
Do they time
Ready and chillin’