[Intro – Voice Samples] The dead increase their invisible honey
Remember

[Verse 1 – Deca] Woke up with the conviction I could change things
Every dream’s a variation on the same theme
In the machine where blood money remains king
The gluttonous hold court and lick their plate clean
A song bird in a cage sings
To usher in a new dawn and the promise that the day brings
First thing’s first, fire up the ship
Equipped with the intravenous dark roast drip
My skull’s thick, I learned to turn lead to gold bricks
With skills to pay the phone bill and keep the stove lit
And roll with the brick roads twist
Quick to snatch Caiaphas off his pulpit where lost souls drift
Somethin’ tapped the glass of my fish bowl
And for a moment I could see it clear as crystal
We’re inchin’ toward the edge, check your head
Smell the coffee grinds, put the savior complex to bed

[Chorus – Deca] Woke up with the conviction I could change things
Every dream’s a variation on the same theme
In the machine where blood money remains king
The gluttonous hold court and lick their plate clean

[Post-Chorus – Voice Samples] I've finally been processed
They made me adjust to modern times
I'm cured of fantasy obsession, paranoid delusions
I master words

[Verse 2 – Deca] Blind man, lost man
Dyin’ on the cross man, revolutionary man
Self-righteous man pointin’ fingers at the next man
Madman runnin’ from an agent with a gun and badge somewhere in the badlands
Sacred hands shaped the world laid to waste
Tomorrow’s sacrificed for today’s paper chase
There’s flies on the drywall, closed circuit all-seeing eyeballs
Keepin’ close watch while the sky falls
The same snake that said “turn stones to bread”
Is workin’ ‘round the clock to mine the data in your head
Somethin’s gotta give
Bend, break or shift, take your pick
Watch ‘em sit and pull the wings off a seraphim for kicks
And build Babel Towers, to pass the hours
With high-tech tools at their fingertips like magic powers
Young grasshop' cast your mask off
Rocked to sleep by the men that fleece
A sheepfold of have-nots

[Chorus – Deca] Woke up with the conviction we could change things
Every dream’s a variation on the same theme
In the machine where blood money remains king
The gluttonous hold court and lick their plate clean

[Post-Chorus – Voice Samples] Cannibals eat America
You don’t forget the taste of human flesh
Are you quite sure that the tribe you’re talking about are cannibals?
We’re receiving signals loud and clear

[Outro – Voice Samples] The shadow was growing
They cut right to the ground, the shadow stayed whole
They laid boards on it, the shadow came out on top
They shown lights on it, the shadow got blacker, clearer
They looked the other way, it went on growing
It got into eyes, the eyes went blind
The ones that fell down, it grew over and they vanished
The shadow was not filled, it went on growing
There’s a world now where people are in a contest
Tryin’ to see who can get enough power to destroy the world first
It ain’t even fit for a fable but it’s a real story