We got freedom on a string, spring-loaded trap cages. Up and up, no mask on the plague. We are the rot where the empire lays. It’s the end of an age. We got cash for the rats, tanks for the pigs We got homes for the banks but none for you to live We are the vandals at our own gates Welcome to the Byzantine age. Haven’t you seen? Look where we’ve gotten Our aqueducts are rotting, the have-it-alls are hoppin, With Pestilence upon us, Our interventions flopped, Our mercenaries got us, Our reputation’s lopped off, Culture’s up to green lights Execs cover up the deets, brain damage our gladiators, but fuck em if they kneel, right? Trapped in algorithmic reality, this aint real life Damn, all scams to me, that’s what it feels like Seasoned leaders hedonist retreats to the ether On down low adrenochrome from the dow jones meter. When i say, "they don’t give a", you say "fuck" They don’t give a fuck about you. They don’t give a fuck. Saying pick up your ball, go home, turn in, go to bed, Time called, look at that, not the best, But we just beat Rome’s world record in collapse% Decaying market death cult strat, hellbent. Freedom on a string, spring-loaded trap cages. Up and up, no mask on the plague. We are the rot where the empire lays. It’s the end of an age. We got cash for the rats and big tanks for the pigs Homes for the banks but none for you to live We are the vandals at our own gates Welcome to the Byzantine age Our gods already fell from grace Welcome to the Byzantine age Our False Prophets all fall flat faced. Welcome to the Byzantine age Republicans or democrats, The party’s is where the cash is, Play away the game, give a damn how the trash is,c Kick you to the alley we coat in spikes with taxes, Pick out the baddest apples and hand em all guns and badges, Get ravaged, then get billed for the privilege to survive, While corn syrup drunk sick and oxygen deprived, There’s ashes in the air, lead in the water, blood in dirt, There’s asses who don’t care to bother to put in the work, These private jet born pricks haven’t done shit Tellin' you to live life right while they do drugs and fuck kids, America’s fair whether you're rich or pale Pick your class, we got monopoly, player, or go to jail. We’re an empire of stars and blood and fire, we hold freedom higher than your reach, up for hire by the winners, the spinners of a web around a lie The victors all decided it’s cheaper to let you die. We got freedom on a string, spring-loaded trap cages. Up and up, no mask on the plague. We are the rot where the empire lays. It’s the end of an age. We got cash for the rats and big tanks for the pigs We got homes for the banks but none for you to live We are the vandals at our own gates Welcome to the Byzantine age Our gods already fell from grace Welcome to the Byzantine age Our False Prophets all fall flat faced. Welcome to the Byzantine age