Changing colors in the blink of an eye
You're seeing spots that you can't comprehend and you don't know why
You're on that good shit
Hypocrite, get what you pay for
Yeah you used to talk the talk but you ain't walking no more
Hail to the creator we can dig our own graves
Put our hands up to the vendor when we wanna be saved
It's like a dismissed dystopia we're one in the same
We make up all these promises then make up someone else to blame
They wanna put you under their control
It's in your blood, it's a chemical
They wanna put you under their control
It's in your blood, it's a chemical
Turn on the TV, look at all my heroes
Taking blue, red, yellow, psychedelic, costing them zero
It's a good show, promoters get what they pay for
Yeah we used to be organic but that lowered the score
Now superman is in the sky but he's got red eyes
He's falling like the idols of my once upon a time
Now the drug lords run the streets
And criminals run drug stores
They might as well put up a sign that "we don't serve your kind anymore"
They wanna put you under their control
It's in your blood, it's a chemical
They wanna put you under their control
It's in your blood, it's a chemical
They wanna put you under their control
It's in your blood, it's a chemical
They wanna put you under their control
It's in your blood, it's a chemical