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Run Over

  1. //Verse//
  2. It’s the divine lie, the high rise tyrants grinning behind ivory blinds, while
  3. While we sign our lives away in tiny fine print, they ignite crises
  4. Incite divides, and disguise their designs behind televised kindness
  5. Meanwhile, the powerless line up like livestock, biting their tongues
  6. Dying in silence while the mighty dine on influence and intimidation
  7. Behind every shining skyline is a pile of shit, every mile of pipeline
  8. Slices through sacred land, a lifestyle baptized in denial
  9. Of the billions consigned to survive instead of thrive, we isolate ourselves by design
  10. Crying into a rectangle at 3:15 while the algorithm decides
  11. Which vice to advertise next, high speed isolation, quiet desperation
  12. With a Prime delivery window, one slight insight outside the line is a mistake, cause
  13. You get vilified, demonized, and buried alive, fried like a whistleblowing Icarus
  14. No wings or flight, the crime isn't just the violence, it's also the
  15. Implied contract, comply or die, keep your head down, or get sliced
  16. By the invisible knife of structural design, you might survive
  17. But barely, try filing a complaint and enjoy the automated reply
  18.  
  19. //Chorus//
  20. And here you are, wondering why your soul feels like it’s been run over
  21. By a dump truck, it ain’t burnout, it’s the realization that you’re just
  22. A bag of meat, power is now defined by who can scream the loudest
  23. Isolation is noisy, reminding you that you're alone but still around to
  24. Perform, like a clown in an invisible cage, honking your horn
  25. Criticism these days is like getting shanked with a spork
  26.  
  27. //Verse//
  28. Power today is anonymized, it's an invisible spine
  29. Holding up billion dollar enterprises built on underpaid lives
  30. It’s the fine tuned machinery of exploitation disguised as innovation
  31. Mining lithium in the highlands while you ride in style and smile like you’re saving
  32. The planet, try spending nine straight nights in your overpriced high rise
  33. Sterilized by IKEA, hypnotized by ring lights, your dog’s your only lifeline
  34. Criticism today is gentrified, it's a high wire act where every line
  35. Is mined for the slightest misstep or the faintest whiff of spine
  36. Meanwhile, the crimes climb, vampires with nine figure fines
  37. That never touch prison time, they dine and slide through loopholes
  38. While mothers cry beside iron bars holding sons who stole
  39. Dime bags to stay alive, the real crime is that the design is airtight
  40. They redefine justice with a lie, and amplify fear until truth dies
  41. Climb higher, strive wider, smile brighter, all to be undermined
  42. By some tie wearing slimeball who lies better than you cry
  43. Sit upright, sign that line, file those lines, the reply all option is the new war crime
  44.  
  45. //Chorus//
  46. And here you are, wondering why your soul feels like it’s been run over
  47. By a dump truck, it ain’t burnout, it’s the realization that you’re just
  48. A bag of meat, power is now defined by who can scream the loudest
  49. Isolation is noisy, reminding you that you're alone but still around to
  50. Perform, like a clown in an invisible cage, honking your horn
  51. Criticism these days is like getting shanked with a spork
  52.  
  53. //Verse//
  54. Power slides behind trademarks and supply chains, behind nine digit IPOs
  55. And vague mission statements that mean jack shit, which we all know
  56. But its influence infiltrates institutions so silently you'd need divine insight just
  57. To identify where the virus lies, isolation infects the psyche like a virus
  58. High functioning misery, picture perfect lives filtered through icy blue light
  59. Criticism is a minefield, they invite discussion, but only if you recite
  60. The right script in the right tribe, stray once and you’re vilified
  61. Crucified, hashtag categorized, billionaires bribing silence with rights
  62. Signed away in NDAs tighter than prison stripes, and the crime is privatized
  63. So it’s still legal, power is a pipline, a policy slide, isolation is gentrified
  64. Your life now fits in nine Instagram highlights, criticism is your final lifeline
  65. But we treat it like cyanide, we hide until we’re too fragile to survive anything but lies
  66. It's not a boot on your neck, it’s a weighted blanket made of your own apathy
  67. You're not thriving, you're surviving, and even that can feel
  68. Like trying to win a triathlon with a cinderblock tied to your spine
  69. Society thrives on hypocrisy, the more you try, the more you get denied
  70.  
  71. //Chorus//
  72. And here you are, wondering why your soul feels like it’s been run over
  73. By a dump truck, it ain’t burnout, it’s the realization that you’re just
  74. A bag of meat, power is now defined by who can scream the loudest
  75. Isolation is noisy, reminding you that you're alone but still around to
  76. Perform, like a clown in an invisible cage, honking your horn
  77. Criticism these days is like getting shanked with a spork

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