Exact Costs, Pt. 2 // This Much I Know

[Verse 1: Mr Key]
Come and see the circus of sophisticated fools
Beg for absolution, lined up against the wall
Prosecution states you never gave a shit at all
Apathetic fucks
Kill 'em all
And I be one of 'em
Self-indulgent need a fag until the bloody end
On some what is it I done again?
The gunner gently smiled and asked me where my money went

Disinfect the paradigm
Disconnect the telephone
Smash the television set
Crash the fucking internet
I ain't finished yet, I'll kill a politician dead and jam a fucking spanner into every single printing press
Beauty's in the eye of who?
Who you calling primitive?
Your beautiful's my hideous, I follow where the money go
Couldn't give a fuck about a chuckle at the puppet show
The more I understand, the less sure I am, this much I know
I wonder was it unseen and never heard
Tricky Mister Poltergeist
Fingers in the multi-pie
Or maybe it was written in the innards of our culture like
I glimpse the bitter cold inside a picture that we falsify
How wonderful's your telepramic view?
So munch a milligram or two pretend your happy when you're blue, (happy when you're blue)
Isn't this a perfect life to live and what a shame about the rain
Collecting in the corners of your brain
So maintain the status quo
Dot the i's and cross the t's
Mister mind your p's and q's
Consider who you're speaking to
Or take my hand and we could drift into the green and blue
Where everything's alive and all connected up to me and you