Arsonists, it's almost like we started it Laid the groundwork like some kind of garden architect I just penned a rhyme with the arsenic My heart got scars like it's gladiator Spartacus Spitted sars to the cartilage There ain't a tiny part or a shard you can argue with I'm just so tired of all the arguing When nothing gets done then they burn down the parliament Oh cool, sacrifice autonomy Have a book, fire, trade words for economies Gosh darn it, hard to speak on it Techno high priest, take a piece of your consciousness And you can feel it like a shot If you ever try to stop, then they press you for your job Take you for a stroll like an infant If they give advice, try and play it, no interest The sight of the death will still escape you We need a special knife to get blessed by the grapefruit Try to stretch, release stress, let my legs loose Star-shaped square space, put the peg through Flow cold cash like it's 8 mil Rhymes all hot like the lines on a steak grill I'd rather die than try and hate still But stay real all the time, *** what they feel