Hyper-Critical Lyrics

I can't run at the pace of caffeine

'Less I start taking what it is you're selling me

I can't do this I've been restricted

By all the ways they keep me addicted

I feel my neck's at the base of a guillotine

The weight's brought up by the fool who's been paying me

I can't do this I've been afflicted

By all the ways they keep me addicted

I know all of these black ideals

I keep b-b-buying all of my life

Cuz' I like it better

When they lie

I can tell the rats are coming up to get me

Aren't there supposed sewers in the city

My mind's in the gutter I felt all of my muscles twitch

When I realized we'd be better off if we ate the rich

I know all of these black ideals

I keep b-b-buying all of my life

Cuz' I maybe like it better

With their lies, when they spin their lies

Let them spin their lies

When the rich and the poor are the one and the same

Will the rain and the sun keep on playing their game

Will the Earth keep turning on the fateful day

It burns

Will the king and the queen give the knight his due pay

Or will the fool tell the knight to betray

Tell em' bring the court 'round on the fateful day

They burn

I know all of these black ideals

I keep b-b-buying all of my life

Cuz' they took out both of my eyes

I know all of these black ideals

I keep b-b-buying all of my life

Cuz' they took out both of my eyes

When they spin their lies

Let them spin their lies