Ten Thirty Three ¡MAYDAY!

[Verse 1: Bernz]
Lost in America
Lost in it's ways
Lost opportunities to climb out the cage
Addicted to the spirits or that herb concentrate
They tryna make a killing, inflicting scars and scrapes
Go ahead and pledge allegiance, while you kneel down and pray
But it won't make a difference when the ships are at bay
When the drones are above and satellites up in space
There ain't no place to hide when the fear in your face
I used to think the future meant the past would erase
But I've seen it all before, I think we all run in place
The same coloured faces gettin' blasted away
And the same old excuses from before gettin' made
Men in grey suits selling lives, gettin' paid
Making us all slaves for a little chump change
And all the signs on the wall read something blood red
But they can't stop us all with one bullet to the head

[Hook: Wrekonize]
Don't worry 'bout the tanks outside, they only tryna scare you
They want you to run for your life, just so they can hunt you down
Don't worry 'bout the boys outside, they only tryna scare you
Big Brother got an eye in the sky, I think it's time to take it down
Down (repeats)