Hush Money

But they got’chu quiet

They program your voice

Automate your decisions

And tell you it’s choice

You can go to the store

Or just one click away

But it’s they who decide

Whose to die on D-Day

And it’s war that they want

So the fear sells consent

Then they bury your rights

In 4 walls of demented cemented lament

With their power, their privilege

Their laws they’re above

So I write like a hawk

And I speak like a dove

In service to causes

Too hard to believe

For a thoughtless prayer nation

Still bending the knee