Anxiety is such a bitch The neighbors are the snitch Cops hunting us like its a sport Ruin the world and blame the poor They say think outside the box But they lock me up at home Another crisis, they support the rich And leave me on my kitchen floor Class war never been so real We're so fucked, it is obscene From room to room From screen to screen I can only support the guillotine The guillotine The blade is going down Whispering the sharpest sound Billionaires and ministers Together For one last round Flashbacks They're talking to the press Blaming us for their missteps The guillotine is the boomerang coming back The guillotine, the guillotine, the guillotine The guillotine, the guillotine, the guillotine The blood is flowing in the streets The rich men's heads are rolling to my feet And I wake up on my kitchen floor If only it was real, my breathing would be stable