Cataclysmic craters are remnants to ones greater
Got a grip like darth vader when you fuckin with my paper
In a world of corporate raiders all traders are traitors
Not worth the air they breath nor the cobra they keep tucked in the sleeve
Known to keep heads rockin like christopher reeves
I break down how this world deceives and I don't believe in none of its riches
But those that lack freedom tend to be broke bitches
And I'm tired of this chain disguised as a clock when the they print more money
To keep the senators on lock and presidents suckin cock
For prime time slots and an army of robots