Tekst:
Apathy The Game

liars like the Vatican throne I bring the life into a track like I'm Lazarus Home So never fuck around with me, I'm a statue of stone [Verse 2: Apathy

the trunk switchblades Ziggy stuff nicknames, itchy braids, bitchmade Faggots, my shit's changed, my cabbage is picked man Rollin' twenties up like Snoop Doggy dog's crip game

my back As sign ?®em up and rob ?®em blind Became modus operandi Battered, bleeding, bruised of heart - My self-esteem you tore apart Then spoke to me with forked tongue My game

wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina Burana To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy Vaclav Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC To no shame never playing the fame game

'Cause we're going nowhere We're mainlining on a bottle full of HIV It's slow burning on a drive back from apathy He won the war on a rigged game of

away my troubles, make me see clearly Don't wanna look the future straight in the eye Time passes by, I just up and die Life plays a game that I know

by one One more example of disrespect And that you seem to offer no more than complete neglect A generation with fate all tied And this ain't a game

Comatose, feed my head with liberty I?ve got an appetite for deceit I?m done, well done, stick a fork in me Cover me in apathy, discreetly and distinct

to an Economic few, patriarchal tradition to economically gaffle you Fool. racism? guilty! thievery? guilty! sexisme? guilty! Executed traditionally. living in the shadow of five centuries Misery, homie blind forced in your game