welcome to project mayhem with ed and brad
we are on a mission to take all that you have
and make you understand // what are our demands
facetious, believe us, yes we are not a brand
no we do not count as your material possessions
get an earful and a tearful as we tearin up your section
you got questions but lets be honest you’re not looking for answers
you’re lookin for trumped up data to support what you are after and
morals torn up and tattered, all the ceilings collapsed
valuables losing their value as we cleanse all that we pass
peaceful got us nowhere, protests didn’t make the news
its not until we riot that you pay attention to what we do
but now its time you pay dues
your idols are covered in cobwebs it's time to shake em loose
Pseudo-villains filling up about million pairs of shoes
rolling up into DC cause we got something to prove

hey mr president
I appreciate the sentiments
But I relieve of your duties, obligations and your residence

composing pretty sentences, presenting what you think we wanna see
but truthfully behind the scenes, it's all bunraku puppetry
who's got you plugging peace?
too little too late
we’ve reduced it all to ashes
building from a blank slate

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the times they’ve not been kind to some of these other fellows
with no apple and no google and no wi-fi and no cell phones
as the tech that we relied on slowly crumbled without support
from the billion dollar corporations we so hastily destroyed
but we’re coping without our vices, living without devices
committing our lives to fight this reinvigorated the lifeless
but not all have been so mighty, and they have been paying the prices
they took it all for granted, the modern life was all priceless
and they never replaced it, they tried to revived it
tried to reinstate it, they tried to redefine it
and mind you they didn’t mind it at first but now they struggle
barely surviving amongst the rubble of society as it crumbled
they’re trying to stay out of trouble as they wander across the desert land
knocking on every door, pleading for someone’s helping hand:

Hey, in the settlement
We’ve got venison and medicine
and many men with helping hands
we’re beggin friends please let us in!

constitution lost but still bearing 2 amendments
letting the best of optimism win after second guessing defenses
because humanity is relentless, regardless of how we survive
the beauty in our hearts remind us why we want to be alive

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i can’t argue with the vibe
of the early sunrise
shining so bright in the morning
forcing open my eyes
looking at where we are, how far we’ve come
what we’ve lost and
barely regretting the cost when we look at all we accomplished
but now mysterious illusions
got me sitting here confused
and i’m just trying to conclude
if my hypothesis is prudent
seems the bad guys weren’t villains
the good guys weren’t heroes
the tragedies weren’t visions
but nobody countered these blows
i tried to call it as i saw it
thought i saw it crystal clear
but the dew had crystallized and obstructed the veneer
the final frontier, a chessboard waiting to be played
painstakingly pondered every move to make
with a fistful of fortunes illiterate possessions
skipping stones across the waves of an ocean of suggestions
painstakingly pondering heaven
suppose opposing forces worked together in invention
paralyzed in my sleep as i try to confront my demons
my dreams came true, forgot the fine print it seems
because the nightmares were included in the package of wish fulfillment
and now i’m haunted by every broken bone and drop of blood spilling
but nevertheless the legend says they’ll come knocking on my door
and I will answer in hopes I can be of service once more

hey mr de hoyos
we’ve conferred with all our sources
and they all seem to agree that you’ve got something good for us

it’s been a long time coming, but it’s finally here
self-titled. my title. my time. my year.