VERSE 1 (Initial G)
The prospect of peace has been properly
made into a monopoly
of sloppily
thinking
oligopolies
incorporated and fated away
from those of us lowly rated
the credit traded
dead debated disenfranchised
and the uneducated
the deception is porous
why
cuz the laws are for us
politicians quit chiming in like a chorus
quit thinking we keep shafting them
but the poor adore us
never forget there's more of us
and less of you
so confess your views
And call a truce
before there's nothing left of you
but propaganda juice
clues I leave behind in these schools
spouting all these rules
led to believe
only to eventually be led to be relieved
a gold watch and a plaque and a pittance of your salary
white collar nightmare
inevitable malady
how do we validly
protect ourselves from placidly
letting these powerbrokers parody our very reality
cmon get mad with me
about the paradox of inequality
while we savagely ravage the rabid and the ragged
and dab at the scabs of those already treated lavishly
that's trash to me
all the hero worship from the fanboys and fangirls
leading to nothing when the fad downward spirals
but viral is the name of the game these days
you know, whatever the internet plays
who cares whose eyes is glazed
friends and family don’t seem fazed

CHORUS (Mike Dynamo)
It’s all happening at the same time
10 different dimensions all spinning at the same point
What thine eyes haven’t seen is the ending
Time may be linear to you but it’s uh naked to me
It’s all happening at the same time
10 different dimensions all spinning at the same point
What thine eyes haven’t seen is the ending
Time may be linear to you but it’s uh naked to me

VERSE 2 (Initial G)
As the gunpowder pours out from the barrel
I start to channel
all the blood spilled on my apparel
soaking like I walked in from a downpour
I cure my need to be sure of the curves to the contour
until I lure away all your distaste
because hate recognize hate
like game recognize game
until you combine in the shame
from whence I came
to what I became
it must be the price of fame

VERSE 3 (Initial G)
All icons eventually become bygones
Taking less space on their Nikons
As they get bombed out like Saigon
That’s the cost of going digital
Try not to lose the visual
The more you go virtual
The less you stay physical
You knew this feeling was visceral
But you went and called it mystical
Stop please don’t be so statistical
Cuz your actions indicate you are egotistical
You ain’t ready for these fisticuffs
My encryption
Doesn’t fit any description
You’re in need of help now
Um fill out the prescription
I live a life so unreal
it must seem like fiction
And I can never be too fussed with my depiction
That is straight sick son
Now you need to pick one
You choose you lose
You snooze you get used
This just goes to prove
You’re not over your addiction
Of peeling off the scabs
Off your affliction

CHORUS (Mike Dynamo)
It’s all happening at the same time
10 different dimensions all spinning at the same point
What thine eyes haven’t seen is the ending
Time may be linear to you but it’s uh naked to me
It’s all happening at the same time
10 different dimensions all spinning at the same point
What thine eyes haven’t seen is the ending
Time may be linear to you but it’s uh naked to me