God's Lens ft. DOS4GW Lyrics

Right this second there's a man at his desk with

Agendas next to a stack of regrets

In a fantasy headspace stabbing his pen through the

Eyes in the back of his general manager's head

But he fidgets distracted instead

The ol' task rabbit hole's gravity effect

Panic persists in the cracks in his neck bones

Stretch, medicate, he handles the stress and keeps

Tabs on the cameras watching the office

A blind spot, short of omniscient optics

Oscillate automate all seeing offense

Hold up, wait who cleans god's lens

He ponders head scan

Post-it note on his monitor's web cam

Jobber in house yes man

Shit, might as well have a drip and a bed pan

Tethered to an enemy collecting his amenities he'll

Never need but quench that emptiness temporarily

Effortless spending spree bent in his loft

Amazon delivery his only fresh box

Credit card debt like a snake in the lawn got a

Fang in the ankle like, "everything fine" while the

Venomous liquid rise to the face and the arms

Fever help a daydream shine though

Swear he ain't alcoholic ex was a wino

Beer after a heavy haul or five just fine don't

Worry bout me history's side note

Like, "gimme liberty or gimme my blind fold

Most nights these days wakes on the couch with the

Shakes and a feculent taste in his mouth

But today he can't take it and he makes up his mind past a

Shade of a doubt to break to fuck out

Switch from the i to a flip phone

Get a couple shifts at dive for a quick somethin

Fuck a IRS eye on his income

Sick, but he just throwin' fire the symptoms

That don't fix nuthin' where the big guns at

sell a flat retire to a wigwam

Why reside eye of the shit storm

Gotta be a walk where he don't get pissed on

Withdraws all that he got in the mattress

Already tossed out that plastic

Leaves the fast food, cancer stick, rat race

Status quo for a backwoods cabin

No more cameras, interest, internet friends

Or self serving executive decisions will

Dictate his insignificant existence

Misplaced maybe but his hate too vicious

Distance heart grown frigid

Inhales smoke from his charred up bridges

No visitors no eye witnesses

No more quantified supervised shifts cut

Ties to the civilized alive in his exile

A unified mind is a prison like

One man's vision is all i need

The call of the wild has set me free

Let's go where only the strong will prevail

Let's go where a man's no longer surveilled

Let's go all this solitude got him startin' to feel like he

Kinda maybe wanna put a bomb in the mail but he's

Calmed by his sanctum an altar

Far from the cell of his onlookers stares the

Laws of the feral are all that cares to

Acknowledge solemn, he follows a trail

And there at the end of the path

He takes in the wind to relax

Still the paranoia tears at the back of his skull

Paralyzed, dead in his tracks

Looks to sky and he gasps

And can't help but laugh

Written backwards on the vast expanse

Please don't tap on the glass