PLASTIC PHARAOHS ft. Chanel Mensah Lyrics

We live in fire where our desires are our idols

Where discipline is a sin, not survival

Prayers and organs at funerals are no longer vital

Deniers of the oldest version of the bible

Few reborn, more see the Lord as their rival

They ignore all the chores, but still take the high road

The higher people's title, evil feels entitled

Diss disciples hiss and hiss, but they don't know the high code

They wanna stop slavery, but still buy clothes

Wrapped in high robes, trapped as time slows

Feeling hot like pyros,

If only they believed this Guy rose

To save their sins, save their souls

But they're guided by PLASTIC PHARAOHS

Can you see what I see in this jungle?

A humble man isn't scared to be humble

Air is thick, I can't breathe it's a struggle

There's not a man who is sane in this jungle

Can you see what I see in this jungle?

A humble man isn't scared to be humble

Air is thick, I can't breathe, it's a struggle

There's not a man who is sane in this jungle

We've had the Nazis, the Kamikazes, all for the party

Who ordered, who slaughtered, who tortured, nearly everybody

We've had the Stalins, the Genghis (Khan) carnage, the psychopathic

The narcissistic, the dark and twisted, the armed sadistic

Deception is the game, you're trapped within it

If your turn you missed it, now Putin's shooting missiles, he's gone ballistic

World leaders, world deceivers, we are just statistics

But humans wish this, it's AI, the new humanistic

Distracted by tactics, they place on our screens

Why do you think they call it a feed? As we eat all their schemes

Losing sense of community, reinventing our dreams

Soon we'll see eulogies, they'll be trending as memes

Can you see what I see in this jungle?

A humble man isn't scared to be humble

Air is thick, I can't breathe, it's a struggle

There's not a man who is sane in this jungle

Can you see what I see in this jungle?

A humble man isn't scared to be humble

Air is thick, I can't breathe, it's a struggle

There's not a man who is sane in this jungle

We've got so used to scrolling, used to consoling in our consoles

Our attention is captured, they've mastered their goal, how to con souls

Human interaction rarely happens, everything's on our phones

We worship ourselves, worshipping in the blue light zone

Yet remain self-conscious, sell our conscience, explode with endorphins

The temporary serotonin, this shows

The modernistic way of control is a tactic that's bold

As they have moulded us into our very own PLASTIC PHARAOHS

Remove the plastic pharaohs cause we need to suffer

On the other side of suffering's, how we love each other

Stop telling people what they wanna hear it's the worst advice

People need tough love to see it's not a worthless life

Remove the plastic pharaohs cause we need to suffer

On the other side of suffering's, how we love each other

Stop telling people what they wanna hear it's the worst advice

People need tough love to see it's not a worthless life

Can you see what I see in this jungle

Air is thick, I can't breathe, it's a struggle

There's not a man who is sane in this jungle

Sane, sane

There's not a man who is sane in this jungle

Sane, sane

There's not a man who is sane in this jungle