The Manchurian Candidate

Tick tock, just look at the clock Another motherfucker with a glock I ain't got a reason or a goddamn rhyme It's time I defined and rewind pointed that facade I'm manufactured by the system, they payed I'll be goddamned I'm being condemned They told me why I shouldn't be mad They told me that I have to believe everything they said And now my maker's manufactured Manufactured like a store-bought shit stain On all the corporate from the lies they manipulate to betray Insane, insane in the motherfucking membrane Drink cocaine, look at me now I've lost my fucking mind and morale Manufactured anger Oh my god, the Manchurian candidate They do me forced, fed with anger Sell me out like a prostitute for your shit I'm so used to the pretense They beat me down while it's over my head They beat me down while it's over my fucking head I ain't gonna wait, waiting for the waste Get the fuck out of my face God I'm a president They taught you something But you were nothing But you knew nothing Fed shit and kept me in the front Like a mushroom cloud From an alien attraction to you Hallelujah, this is how it goes to hell No more people to deceive, they only fucking like themselves Hear me now, I'm a motherfucker with a desperate trailblazer Hear me now, manufactured anger Oh my god, the Manchurian candidate They do me for, fed with anger Sell me out like a prostitute for your shit I'm so used to the pretext They beat me down while it's over my head They beat me down while it's over my fucking head Follow me on threads, so you can see the dread Instagram told me to be angry today, I go to bed with this anger in my mind So they can still be blind Motherfuckers run, I tried Burning, burning, social, media, rudder, mother I'm not social