Everybody here has something they're tryna sell Something they want to yell Some secret they want to tell Man, if at death it turns out we're wrong and believers correct I'll see half of them in hell You fucking hypocrites, who's selling your merch? No-one ever listened to the lyrics or the words I guess, one little monkey doesn't stop the show Unless that little monkey has a bone to pick I am a fisherman sitting along the side of a river And watching on as the spirit of my ancestors float down Time is a profound friend, he's always got a message to send And if you listen, you can hear it Fact check your feelings, format your findings Break down the boundaries and limits Unlearn the rules and undo the damage And unfuck the world, understand you are in it Not Just online, not just indifferent Modern world fatigue has got 'em all asleep I'm done running down conviction so for now I'm shouting Peace from the back of the beat You don't care anymore