Resurrection #9

Leap year of the leopard We're marking spots Another mass grave Another moral cave-in Ugh — we see your lips move It's how we know you're lying Your paws are growing claws Your compassion lacks buy-in The plaza has been cleared with gas Chief says the threat has passed When The Man claims the victory's mine, mine, mine Resurrection #9 Called up to the big leagues Wearing fig leaves Posing for the poster Child o' the imposter He feeds you like a fever Loves it when you tear up This plane is never landing Tell the pilot pull your gear up When the idol has a human face (gather all the people) His prophet hides a can of mace (eyes on the future) And the dogma has a dollar sign, sign, sign Resurrection #9 I know, I know Who am I to go Diatribing on? When my tribe is Dying on the vine Dying to assign Guilt to those who have no shame How could you? How could you? All these self-evident truths Are evidently useless When the ultimate use is Personal gain Personal power And once I've got my piece To keep the peace I'm gonna need My own personal police My ego has an issue Thinks it lives forever Now every good endeavor Needs a medal and a selfie I'm too busy to die But I'm flirting with disaster Lord, have mercy on me I'm a self-deception master The shadow's saying back off now (you'd best believe it) Reputation is a golden cow (you can't deceive) The mob is listing more demands (of what's to come) The bullhorn blares show us your hands (can't you wait for some) Wonder where your freedom went? Wonder why you won't repent? Undertaker says it's time, time, time, time... Resurrection #9