Mental lalala

歌词

(Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) [Verse] I see the suits in the back of the blacked-out Benz Trading "mercies" like Pokémon cards with their "holy" friends They got that Geometric Plus Sign hanging from the neck While they’re bouncing every moral like a rubberized check And the guys with the Crescent Curve and the heavy silk drapes Selling "modesty" to women while they’re planning the escapes It’s a costume party, man, it’s a masquerade ball They put a Veil on the truth just to watch the people crawl (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) And we’re just fuel for the fire, just a cog in the gear While the Elite buy "Sanctity" to silence their fear They're like toddlers in a candy shop, eyes wide and greedy Grabbing "Purity Bars" with the money from the needy. The "Peace" they’re selling’s got a pretty high price to show The Golden Man sitting cross-legged on a velvet rug Is just a front for the guys who treat the "Soul" like a drug They talk about the Wheel and "Letting go of the greed" While they’re stockpiling every single thing that we need (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) They’re "Enlightened" in a palace, we’re just "Searching" in the mud They’re washing their portfolios in a bucket of blood Then they go to the Gurus with the Third Eye paint Trying to buy a "Vibe" that’ll make a sinner feel quaint It’s a transaction, homie, it’s a "VIP" card Paid for with the taxes that we worked for, real hard. It’s one single scammer with a closet full of masks Changing up his accent for the different "holy" tasks While the Father of Lies sells 'em another holy alibi (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) They’re all sitting at the dinner table, carving up the map While we’re fighting over scraps in a spiritual trap It’s a family reunion in a vault made of lies. They talk about Muhammad while they’re looking for a Profit If you put a dollar down, you know they’re gonna pocket! From the working-class sweat to the Saffron-colored clothes From the Turban at the top to the Mitre in the hall The "Profit" is the only one who’s answering the call They use Muhammad’s name like a brand on a shoe They use Jesus like a lawyer when the bill is overdue They’re just laundering the malice, turning "Evil" into "Light" Through a Crystal or a Chalice in the middle of the night (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) They want to "Manifest" a world where the power stays put With a New Age philosophy under a corporate foot It’s the same old racket with a different flavored juice The necktie and the Prayer Bead—both work like a noose! Make peace with Jesus, but he’s the one who Fees us Passing 'round the bucket 'til the credit card freezes! [Bridge] They’re paying for the halo with a suitcase of sin, Washing off the blood just to let ’em back in! While the scammer at the top owns the whole damn land! But the gold in the temple won’t make ’em alright, You can put a suit on the devil, but he’s still looking for the sheep. You can put a suit on the devil, but he’s still looking for the sheep. You can put a suit on the devil, but he’s still looking for the sheep. Passing 'round the bucket 'til the credit card freezes! Lalala.. lalala.. lalala.. (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..) (Lalala.. lalala.. lalala..)