Systemic Pandemic

As I sit in isolation with my code The enlightened construct of my roof has gathered mold An absent god leaves free illusion's stage for phallus acts And my empire-dominated act is getting old Nihilists with capital may help you make the roads But masculine in masochist don't help a flower grow Men might build a house, but only women make a home It's houseless men that make me threat my Earth won't make it home Genocide, psychopaths, warlords make the maps A masculine audacity that's woven in the stats Femininity in wanton touch, she heals her servant back And if healing is a balance act, let balance take control I need some love to hold onto (Outside the shadows that I've grown) I sell myself to the worth I belong to (Via the buyers that I know) By virtue of this being Plato's cave The crowd beholds the culture that enchants the shadow's game Compartmentalizing color's by eye's lie evolve and change To seeing dark coloured people in handcuffs getting slain A contrarian may hit you with the facts That, by the numbers, the white deaths outnumber blacks But in the Western World, where the Caucasian color's stacked Attacks based on the fact your Black just mean discrimination's free to act And if power needs an underclass sustained Then, they'll move blindly forward at the cost the weakest pay And color doesn't matter when you're just too poor to play And power has no ear to answer weakness on their level of the game You may need some will to hold onto (But I saw your shadow grow) I sell myself to the worth I belong to (While I watch my flower grow) You may need some will to hold onto (But I saw your shadow grow) I sell myself to the worth I belong to (While I watch my flower grow) Every culture that our ignorance begat On the thrones where the old kings of nepotism had once sat Now sits the beasts of corporation's technocrats The structure minds our comfort, to which our morals then adapt Individuals partake with road to gain And racing to the top may seem a catalyst to change But humans seem misguided by reprisals of their rage The emotion that insists a soul engage But power keeps your apathy sustained Exhaustion to earn your portion spent on escorts and cocaine A tax on artifacts of the instincts that humans crave But the cycle says there's always more to gain And I mi-might be designed to keep he and his fellows safe But not at the cost of what is clean instead of sane You get impatient on impartial ways to act Get out of line, you get exiled or get your neck snapped I need some love to hold onto (As you watch your shadow grow) I sell myself to the worth I belong to (By the flowers that I know) I need some love to hold onto (As I watch your shadow go) I sell myself to the worth I belong to (By the flowers that I know)