Level the playing field, reject your house and crown
iron swords less gilded shields, maintain the sterling pound
the road off this plantation in your Sunkist m3
curves towards emancipation, embrace that liberty
swim good, swim good, young Caesar, keep the life vest on
distance from the nonbeliever, cross the Rubicon
the legends they are shilling of duty and its veneer,
are nothing other than decrepit chords of puppeteer
Signals flicker cross the waves Mockingbird sings in tune
eager to show they behave, as spice addicts on Dune
a wormhole to a distant land, watered down for television
a heap of shit, one grain of sand, radicals denote division
imaginary numbers yield from variables unseen
complex webs of public plunder pursue the Chinese dream
the monsters they are shilling overseas and in the hood,
are nothing other than reflections of the ground we stood
Lest not forget the bourgeoisie, our humbling cultured betters
what constitutes legitimacy, accept this scarlet letter
A Hawthorne hedged against the crown, fiat power you once claimed
distributed ledgers dance around, a tombstone with your name
A graveyard of forgotten lines, muted calm before the flood
we embrace the desperate times, this ark was built in blood
don't give the man a penny for the fate of star crossed lovers
never ye forget the black flag comes in many colors