Answers (feat. OsakaJo)

How do we find the answers to these questions?

It seems confusion is infectious

When the idea of choice is a deception

How do we find the answers?

How do we find the answers to these questions?

It seems confusion is infectious

When the idea of choice is a deception

How do we find the answers?

Move in circles, or move forward

In reversal, all contorted

In this warship all is haunted

All is hurting, we feel daunted

See this system needs aborted

But this system is enforced with

Mental violence, constant talking

I stay silent, I keep walking, and

Try keep peace, try see wood throughout these trees

These constant lies will fall like leaves

And we'll see we've all been deceived

And polarised like open seas

When these words are spoke on beats

They'll open eyes invoking peace

And rope these minds into the deep

How do we find the answers to these questions?

It seems confusion is infectious

When the idea of choice is a deception

How do we find the answers?

How do we find the answers to these questions?

It seems confusion is infectious

When the idea of choice is a deception

How do we find the answers?

This power dynamic is not dynamic

This chaos, this panic, these fake gods, they planned it

Our children abandoned by state budget bandits

They made this lusting language, made us trust in structures

Stranding us in factions from our factions

All divided and distracted

This contract's just subtracted

So multiply my tactics

These ways of manufacture

Have manufactured fractures

And now we fight amongst ourselves and not this mass disaster

How do we find the answers to these questions?

It seems confusion is infectious

When the idea of choice is a deception

How do we find the answers?

How do we find the answers to these questions?

It seems confusion is infectious

When the idea of choice is a deception

How do we find the answers?

I'm sending fax, it's post truth

There's conspiracies afoot

Stomping on a face with boot, oof

Seek the final boss of root

I ain't out here picking fruit

Kill the boss and grab his loot

Then puff the good good

I see them demonising youth

But who filled sky with fumes?

Some burning banks but they burn roots

And turn the truth to soot

But truth's inside if you can look

DNA encoded dust

Shaken down and feeling shook

In this rusted husk

How do we find the answers to these questions?

How do we find the answers?

How do we find the answers to these questions?

It seems confusion is infectious

When the idea of choice is a deception

How do we find the answers?

How do we find the answers to these questions?

It seems confusion is infectious

When the idea of choice is a deception

How do we find the answers?