Give 'Em The Ripped One

If I murdered millions tell me would you believe?
If I called it social progress would you fucking believe in me?
If I sugar coated lies, would you believe?
Like razors down your throat you swallow you’re pride and it eats you alive
It seems a mind of it’s own gets battered down and bought out
Uh oh. Ideals lost, not found, what now?
Quick to, shake the hand of a suited man, with bloody hands
Uh oh. He pulls you in
This time, he wins
If I bought and sold you’re freedom would you believe?
Distract you with the excess culture?
Would you fucking believe in me?
If I denied everything?
You’re soiled like you’re soul
You dig your own hole
And you never get out
If you say that you can seize the day
I’d say get off you’re knees
And muse about what they can do without and dismiss what you believe