Now clap your hands for the real talent,
He's got 50 billion million views and counting.
Make some noise, lose your balance.
Running in the masses to see a cunt in action.
Nowadays what was used to be art in its highest form,
has turned into a striptease with a sing along.
Bring me to the sixties I'd rather bepiddebop.
Than watch an infant child
with a high pitched voice,
grinding on some fake ass butt.
My face is melting doc, I need another shot.
Botox it'll fix you up, see ain't we lucky.
Looking good is just another way to get fucked.
Tube socks we are breaking up, now that I'm honky.
I don't wanna use no names, but there are people who use fame.
To fuck and wash your brains.
Making money is what they came for.
You keep eating up the same crap.
At the end you drool and clap.
Then go back to the boring life,
dreams of fucking someone's wife.
Push my buttons call it creez
All along were being pissed on,
I need a gun a fucking pistol.
Minds all raped while on their knees.
Stickem to a screen, call it education.
I'd rather call it the next dumb generation.
I understand, your point may be valed.
But common we've been chewing on the same same salad.
For twenty years and see where we are, couch.
No flying cars, fidget spinners in the white house.
Anyways, what was supposed to be the start of a new millennium.
Has turned into a bug that consumed us all, venomous.
We flew so fast as we run in the masses.
As we are but pupets, in a play.
Conspiracy ok.
How can we be blind, and yet so stupid?
Eyes are from inside, yet its all polluted.
Currently, we are all getting fucked from on top.
Every single day, second, moment we are getting fucked.
credits
from OcD,
released August 28, 2020
Lyrics: Benji
Composition: Benji Trio
Arrangement: Benji Trio, Shuz-In
Drums: Nir Kleiner
Bass: Zohar Aizenman
Vocals, Keyboards: Benji
Engineering, Mixing: Shuz-In
Drums recorded at Ha-ogen Studio,
Engineer: Eyal Mahabad
Produced by Shuz-In, 2020.
Graphical design: Erezoo
