Lyrics
We plagiarize
Every narrative we write
Every lie is marked in bright
Bold yellow stunning sharpie
Each page reveals our crimes
So right my wrongs
I'll bang my drum
When the tiniest empires
Are crumbling to dust
Bite my tongue
I'll praise your god
When I'm battered and beaten
And given up my trust
Don't you know it was a trap?
The trauma led to
Profit-hungry algorithms
Spreading dogma wildfires
So right my wrongs
I'll bang my drum
When the tiniest empires
Are crumbling to dust
Bite my tongue
I'll praise your god
When I'm battered and beaten
And given up my trust
Right my wrongs
I'll sing your songs
Just give me a mantra
To get me through the night
Hey
Pump your fist
If you don't exist
You don't exist
Hey
Pump your fist
If you don't exist
You don't exist
Hey
Pump your fist
If you don't exist
You don't exist
Hey
Pump your fist
If you don't exist
You don't exist