Body in a Chair

MATTHEW JASON LYSLE COLEMAN, STEVEN WAYNE KNIGHT

Build it, build it higher than any-anybody can
Don’t you dare-dare let the door that is revolving, revolving, revolving
Tell you otherwise of the size of your ‘hood, you’re the fucking man
These other-other people aren’t like you, how do you solve it?

(Oh, dear god)
Snapped out of your reverie, and with glee you foresee the team of meek awaiting
(Preach your story, who you think you are)
You gotta satiate the faces, blank and dim and ever-changing
(Your power)
“How will I will them to understand just what it commands to be the big man?”
(Preach your sacrifice, preach your sacrifice)
It must be awful, stuck here with the mortals, as an immortal you see it clear

You’re just a body in a chair
A body in a chair
You’re just a conduit for money to pass through it unimpeded
Just a body in a chair

Sit down and let me rattle the rules off

I said sit down motherfucker let me tell you how they’re gonna be
They definitely don’t apply to me
D-d-d-different, see?
There have been many and there will be many to come
But it crumbles if you jump the gun and gun-run for the top dog demigod, totally incompetent

(Oh, dear god)
You see we know that you control just how you show the flow of the info
(Preach your story, who you think you are)
But it’s fiction, just picture when it hits ya that your scripture ain’t shit, your plan has a hitch
(Your power)
Forced faith, face facts, found failed, fake
(Preach your sacrifice, preach your sacrifice)
Your show of control is getting old

You’re just a body in a chair
A body in a chair
You’re just a conduit for money to pass through it unimpeded
Just a body in a chair
A body in a chair
A body in a chair
You’re just a conduit for money to pass through it unimpeded
Just a body in a chair

We won’t swallow your shit anymore
Apparently a sea of toxic personalities
We won’t swallow your shit anymore
I’d pay a pound just to see the penny drop

Uhh, you’ve got to build it, build it higher than any-anybody can
Don’t you dare-dare let the door that is revolving, revolving, revolving
Tell you otherwise of the size of your ‘hood, you’re the fucking man
These other-other people aren’t like you...

Now you’re a body in a chair
A body in a chair
You’re just a conduit for money to pass through it unimpeded
Just a body in a chair
A body in a chair
(A body in a chair)
A body in a chair
(A body in a chair)
You’re just a conduit for money to pass through it unimpeded
Just a body in a chair

How’s that for your micro/macro level shit?

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