Social Distortion

[Verse]
The hour has come, now it’s begun
It’s a nation full of doubters vs. the power of one
We’re shouting from the mountain where they devour the young, so every day
Feels like September 12, 2001
And we picking up the pieces, lift ‘em up to Jesus
Switching up the thesis, life of an interrupted genius
This is a test, it isn’t just to reach us
This shit is sick as fuck for the innocent and squeamish, and
This black mold with a cracked soul
Stone walls, cold calls from the trap phone
America is just another asshole
Taking the last hit and then passing you a cash bowl
Live from a black hole, emanating brilliant light
Wield a will to fight for the children’s rights
[?] I never was a killer type
But more brain broken, veins open, spilling life
Great defender, been awake forever under
The greatest pressure to alleviate this hate agenda
Today, we change the weather and maybe make it better
Instead of all this crazy we have daisy-chained together ‘cause
We were free first, but as we search through the research
Of this green earth, we can see that it needs work
Deep hurt rebirth, had a meeting with The Reaper
And all that shit got me was this free t-shirt
Uh! And it truly is disgusting
The skyline looking like Vesuvius erupting, we
Gotta show ‘em that the truth is used for something, leave you
Actors in a cast like a movie’s in production, I
I have seen the evidence and how we blindly accepted it
Gotta minesweep the rhetoric before the swine flee the premises
High Priest and Jesuits define me as heretic ‘cause of
My high-speed intelligence, and it’s obvi I’ll never quit
I think I’ve heard enough social distortion, turn it up
Try to earn your trust with actions and words before I turn to dust
Before the murderous come to murder us, I’m on a search
To raise the curtain up and reveal the serpent that lurks in us
That’s what the purpose was, but it seems that some forget
Unimpressed with our blood and sweat, give all ‘til there’s nothing left
Such a mess, I wouldn’t take another step because
What you see ain’t necessarily what you get
Days of illusion, days of confusion
Cold pain, and we choose it, old State of the Union
I won’t say that I’m mutant. Nah, I’m just
A bold statement live-action roleplaying a human, and
My hands have been ziptied, tightroping a thin line
Quick-dry permanent markers inscribed in a kid’s eyes
That’s why we get high. Monsters roam the prairie, but
They are not as scary as what roams on the inside
As I seek truth, hard to see through the smokescreen
If you listen close, you hear our souls scream through the whole scene
Roam free, it’s hard rooting for a home team that’s known
For repurposing broke dreams and saying things we don’t mean
You know we tend to dwell within the memory
Rebel against the reverie [?] spelling what they sell to me
Angels who fell are compelled by the deviltry
Stuck in the place we dwell, raising hell ‘til it’s heavenly