Burn It Down

LYRICS: [Intro] You are not your job You are not your debt You are not your fucking name [Verse 1] Basement sermon, concrete sweating gasoline Corporate barcode carved into my fucking spleen Clock-in corpse with a plastic grin Dead-eyed god in a cubicle skin I split my skull like a cracked cathedral Holy hell, now my thoughts are lethal Mirror says bow, I say “fuck your throne” Paper crown on a styrofoam bone Credit-card cross on my bleeding chest Pray to the mall like it’s fucking blessed Buy more shit, feel less alive Smile for the cameras, survive, survive But inside?..... Rats chewing wires in my brainstem pit Blackout pulse screaming “fuck this shit” I baptize doubt in a parking lot flame Kill the brand, resurrect no-name [Hook] Burn it down, burn it down, tear the system out Fuck your heaven made of checkout clout We are the glitch in the holy machine Satan in denim, unseen, obscene Break the chain, break the chain, split the fucking mask Every prayer you whisper is a corporate task We don’t kneel, we don’t bow, we don’t fit the mold Trade your soul for a bag of gold [Verse 2] Soap-bar scripture in a rusted tin Scrub my sins with adrenaline Lucifer in my head with a grin so wide “Let it fucking die, let it fucking die.” I punch the sky with a broken fist Manifest chaos in a deathwish mist No gods up there, no savior below Just ego bleeding in a devilish glow Anti-hero with a cracked halo Middle finger raised at the status quo You build your church on a shopping cart I build my cult in a bleeding heart This ain’t murder, this a metaphor Killing illusions on the factory floor Smash the idol, torch the lie Watch the fake messiah cry We are legion of fractured men Born in debt, baptized in sin Rip the script, rewrite the role Sell your fear but not your soul [Hook] Burn it down, burn it down, tear the system out Fuck your heaven made of checkout clout We are the glitch in the holy machine Satan in denim, unseen, obscene Break the chain, break the chain, split the fucking mask Every prayer you whisper is a corporate task We don’t kneel, we don’t bow, we don’t fit the mold Trade your soul for a bag of gold [Bridge] You ever feel like you’re choking on air? Like the world’s a joke and nobody cares? Good. That’s the crack in the wall. That’s the devil calling your fucking name. [Build] Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. “No gods! No chains! No fear! No shame!” Burn it the fuck down!!!! [Outro] You are not your job. You are not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.