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Imposters

from Virus Diaries by Finn Martin

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Keep my head down on the sound stay focused
Hoping I’m able to type out some dope shit
Got roped in to the same old same show
never asked for any of this like it’s fate yo

Everything's going good till it’s not
When the whole world stops and we look at what we got
Not much, a bunch of dead crops (oh no!)
A hole in the ozone nothing gonna stop us

From acting like a bunch of bozos
Clown shoes on tight fighting over old clothes
Got a boatload of trash running low on cash
Itching for the end like I’ve got a bad rash

So who wants to bet on that action
Going all in like we need the distraction
I can’t get no satisfaction
I've seen it happen, where’ll you be standing
When the ship goes down with the captain


Bring it right back spitting on a tight track
Gotta keep my shit on lock like a bike rack
Everyone around my block like it like that
I’m the judge and the jury and you can’t deny facts

The evidence points closely to this mostly
Wholesome act of suicidal roasting
But you wanna know the gross thing?
We pay for the lip service so who can out gross me?

Chicken soup for the soul and I’m all out of groceries
Dig under the upholstery and find another nose bleed
Stuck in a maze and we’re getting cold feet
Waiting for the day the juveniles go free

And our congress stops to process
How they got corrupted and all turned into some monsters
Preying on your kids like who’s gonna stop em
Voting for a bunch of imposters

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from Virus Diaries, released June 8, 2020

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