(Okay... {clears throat} Ya hear that?) That's the hand of time Opportunity knockin' The front door It's the god of war The five fingers of death The hand that feeds This altered beast Says his piece.
From feast to famine, the hunger is honest to God Pray for your fake phony-facades Devoted to see the empire fall Eyes glued, watch the megabytes crawl Pry to get loose, just try to get through Out of his skin,"Very nice to meet you" Astonishing tales, days unfurl Still lost in the ways of the world.
You took a shot, all water, I got glasses What goes up, must come crashing Let's all go play suicide friends Descendin', straight off the deep end The cat's outta the Louis-Vuitton Your hope is not a plan, no magic wand Home, stoned, paranoid, alone— Let freedom ring, they done tapped the telephone.
Hello? (Hello)... Not you again— The clock strikes twelve, the magic ends You ain't psychic; You're just a pessimist Calculations... sheer coincidence Hey world, the coordinates are off You brain at work, turns Microsoft Healthy body, your healthy mind I'm 0-2, bottom of the nine Last licks, got nothin' but wounds You're crushed, killed, destroyed, now consumed You are what you eat, some filthy animals Medium-rare, ya bloody cannibals What a hoot, they taste just like chicken The hands full of grease; the plot thickens Ya hear that? That's the moment slippin' History repeats, brand-new shipment.
(Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now) Now, irony strikes, variables Champagne, caviar, fake Picassos Joke's on us, back to the disco Same devil, Pam-moonlight, Dosie-doe Do the hustle, see what we can slang Insecurites make me wanna prove things Do duds to ease my condition Sleeve-stitched with the latest contradictions Don't be scared, it's just popular jargon Mismatched in God's little Garden Out the rabbit hole, end of the line There is nothing real—get with the times.