False Idxls

So in this idea that everybody is fundamentally
The ultimate reality
Not god in a politically, kingly sense
But god in the sense of being the self
That deep down, basic, whatever there is
And you're all that
Only you're pretending you're not

Show me to your leader
And I'll spit right in his face
You've run this planet right into the ground
Your system is sickening
The machine's clearly broken
They fill your mind up with suffering
Control your thoughts
You little piece of shit
Their smiles are so bitter
We see through them clearly
There's blood in the rivers
But we still drink from them freely
I won't conform
The machine's clearly broken
I won't conform
Your entire life's a fucking lie
Show me your pain
They fill your mind up with suffering
I won't conform
Show me your pain
Show me your pain
Show me your pain
Show me