Wrote an #original #song after being cooped up in quarantine and watching the financial elites walk off with all the nation's wealth again following another major #financial #collapse. This tune comes with a custom nunchuck solo installed. Lyrics pasted below
The clip during the middle comes from an interview between two of my favorites, #Jimmy #Dore and #Dave #Smith. Here is the link to that interview:
https://youtu.be/UbTT_9ktn7o
Thanks to my buddy Matt for the Star Wars pajamas and my brother Jon, and sister-in-law Anna for the t-shirt. They complete my quarantine look
#heavy #metal
Soundcloud mp3 here:
https://soundcloud.com/user-553552065...
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Lyrics:
We’re all stuck inside
We’re stuck within our minds
It's so easy to close your eyes
When drowning in a sea of lies
The rich steal again
They robbed trillions
The people always pay
I’m mad as hell, just gotta tell, but don’t know what to say
You’re about to hear
the broken masses holler
As everyone’s world
gets so much smaller
They’ll be clamoring for the collar
I won’t be bought for twelve hundred dollars
I won’t fall for your bait and switch
I’m not some universal basic bitch
Can’t hide in your fancy suits
I see the rot, the power sought, that runs down through your roots
You’re about to hear
the broken masses holler
As everyone’s world
gets so much smaller
They’ll be clamoring for the collar
I won’t be bought for twelve hundred dollars
The rich steal again
They robbed trillions
We’re all free range slaves
I’m mad as hell, just gotta tell, but don’t know what to say
I won’t fall for your bait and switch
I’m not some universal basic bitch
I see right through your fancy suits
I see the rot, the power sought, that runs down through your roots
